"...Be Rich".
Jon's mother stepped back out of the closet. As he looked on, her clothing morphed from a pretty normal blouse and skirt combination to an elegant, clearly tailored dress, as jewelry appeared on her wrists, fingers, and ear, along with a necklace. The hallway seemed to stretch out. As Jon looked on, it became fancier, and extra doors faded into being as it became wider and gained pictures on the wall and a fancy, wall-to-wall carpet.
He looked down as he noticed a strange feeling from his cloths, and saw them change into better fitting, name-brand equivalents. His watch became a rolex.
The floor in front of the closet (which had become significantly deeper and better stocked) began to bubble upwards. The bubble began to take on human shape and coloration, and Jon watched in awe as a tall, ravishingly beautiful black haired woman, dressed as a classical french maid, took shape.
Suddenly, he remembered that her name was Livia, and she had been his maid for years. Things picked up as if the last minute hadn't happened, in mid sentence, although, Jon realized, his memories had adjusted to the new past.
"...and I realize that Jon is a growing boy and that he enjoys fucking you, but you mustn't neglect your other duties." His mom turned to him. "And you. Stop spending all of your time fucking the maids. You have a girlfriend now, and I already bought you a couple fucktoys. Let the maids attend to their other duties, or I will have them cut you off. Understood young man?"
