You thought you’d be the guest of honor? No. You’re not a guest at My party, you’re the entertainment. In You’re the Party Favor, your purpose is simple: to make sure My friends are satisfied, worshipped, and taken care of however I decide.
You’re not here to mingle, laugh, or be seen as an equal. You’re here to serve. To be passed around. To be used until you understand that your body isn’t yours, it’s Mine to offer, Mine to command, Mine to enjoy watching others take advantage of.
By the end, you won’t feel like a person at all. You’ll feel like exactly what I named you: the party favor. Disposable, degrading, and deliciously humiliated in service to Me.