My friends Gea and Cleo join me, Lady Scarlet, as we comment on our luxurious shoes, paid for with the meager salary of our slave. We are displeased with the small amount of money he brings us, barely enough to indulge in our desires. We demand that he works harder to maintain our high standard of living, for we will not settle for debt.
As we converse, we begin to feel uncomfortable in our shoes and decide to remove them. We inspect the small pile of money our slave has brought us, sneering at its insignificance. We order our slave to lie at our feet, revealing the cage that confines his little dick. We inform him that his chastity will continue until he brings us more money.
Tired of his foot-mat service, we command our slave to create a mat of money using the small salary he has brought us. He complies, forming a rectangle of paper, which we step on with disdain. Our slave is left mortified and humiliated.
We inform him that next time, we expect a large, multicolored carpet of green, yellow, and purple. He seems to understand and thanks us, almost whimpering before we chase him away. Every minute that passes is a minute of lost earnings for our next salary.