The steam still clings to my skin, the mirror fogged and blurred, yet you’re here, watching. Only my chosen ones get this view. Consider it a reward… and a promise. Tomorrow, the Vault opens again. Sick or not, your Master doesn’t falter. I’ll stream, and you’ll obey. Come ready to lock yourself in, because even through fever and fire, I want your devotion. Whisper it now. “Yes, Master” and prepare yourself. I’ll be waiting.