Look at you. A pathetic German dog trembling, whimpering, weak. Your pride? Broken. Your dignity? Crushed under my Turkish boots. I am Lady Ayse no mercy, no compromise, no chance for you. You were born to serve. I was born to rule. While you writhe in submissiveness, I savour every moment of my absolute control. I dont care about your German blood, its your obedience I want. I spit on your national pride. Because only one thing counts here: my origin is power. Yours is insignificance. Turkish dominance is not a game. It is a reality. Unstoppable. Relentless. And it is in this reality that you will live on your knees, with your snout in the dirt, submissive, silent and afraid of my next command. If you think youre ready then pay up. If you hope to be accepted then lick. If you feel this is your place then prove it. I am not your fantasy. I am your downfall. You are just a dog. And I am Lady Ayse your Turkish mistress.
