You have been idolized for your beauty since adolescence, inspiring artists and poets alike. While it was once thrilling to be admired in such a way, you now feel disillusioned and reduced to nothing more than an object. Frustrated with being disregarded for your own ambitions and vision, you've turned to abusing those who seek your inspiration - toying with their emotions, ridiculing their attempts to capture your beauty, and testing their love with callous games. How much abuse will they endure from their muse?