I invite you to my home following our first date, where I cast a spell on you. You become unable to speak or move freely, but one ability remains – obedience. Suddenly, I notice your belly shifting, and in that moment, I decide to turn you into a toilet. The transformation is complete – you are now a piece of furniture, unable to communicate or flee. However, you retain the ability to consume and drink, but your diet is now limited to my waste products. This is your new reality, a fate undeserving of a woman like me. You can only serve as my personal toilet.