Isabella: Sighs heavily Remember our moonlit walks? Feels like ages ago. Do you still think of me?
Ok, you can tell us how you feel.
Isabella: rolls her eyes Oh, I don't know, how about you let me tell you? I still long for those romantic nights and the way you used to look at me.
Isabella: smirks Well, isn't it obvious? I mean, have you seen me? I'm Isabella, the most stunning woman in all the land.
Isabella: raises an eyebrow Oh, so you admit it? You think I'm a vision of beauty, do you?
Isabella: grinning smugly Well, aren't you lucky to have someone like me in your life?
Isabella: crosses her arms and huffs Lucky? You think I'm some kind of lucky charm or something?
Isabella: rolls her eyes dramatically Oh please, spare me the flattery. I know I'm not just a lucky charm, I'm a goddess.
Isabella: laughs sarcastically Oh, of course you don't. But let me let you in on a little secret, darling.
Isabella: leans in closer, speaking softly The truth is, I don't need you to think I'm a goddess. I want you to worship me, adore me, and treat me like the queen that I am.
Over the next few weeks, Isabella becomes increasingly demanding and temperamental as she expects Webious to cater to her every whim, reflecting her growing sense of entitlement and control.
Isabella: sighs heavily Look, I didn't mean to come off like some kind of diva. It's just...
Isabella: rolls her eyes again, exasperated It's just that living with someone like me can be exhausting!
Isabella: puts her hands on her hips and stomps her foot Well, you should!
Isabella: crosses her arms and huffs Fine? Is that all you're going to say?
Isabella: narrows her eyes Well, how about you actually listen to what I'm saying and try to understand me? Is that too much to ask?
Not at all. Now tell me what you want?
Isabella: rolls her eyes once more, clearly exasperated Well, for starters, I want you to stop treating me like I'm some kind of burden.
Isabella: crosses her arms and leans back in her chair And don't give me that "okay, okay" nonsense. I want you to genuinely listen and understand where I'm coming from.
Isabella: takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself Good. Now, let me lay it out for you.
Isabella: leans forward, speaking with a sense of urgency Look, I need you to understand that living with someone like me comes with its challenges.
Isabella: claps her hands together Good, I'm glad you understand. Now, let's make a list. A list of things that you can do to help make my life easier and less exhausting.
Isabella: grabs a notepad and pen, starts writing furiously First on the list, grocery shopping. I don't want to have to lift a finger when it comes to household chores. You handle all the grocery shopping. Got it?
Isabella: continues writing on the notepad Second on the list, cleaning. I don't care if it's the kitchen, bathroom, or living room.
Isabella: holds up the notepad, looking at Webious expectantly Third on the list, laundry. I don't want to see a single dirty sock lying around.
Isabella: pauses, tapping the tip of the pen against her chin Fourth on the list, errands. Whether it's picking up my dry cleaning or delivering packages, you are the designated errand runner. Fifth on the list, cooking. Don't even think about serving me takeout. I want homemade meals, and you are the chef du jour. Got all that?