I instruct her to freshen up, but she refuses to move. With great effort, I manage to guide her to the bathroom. To my surprise, she drops to her knees in front of the toilet bowl, licking and kissing it while confessing her love. I call her husband, a slave, to bathe her and clean her up while I supervise. She protests, saying “I’m going home with a dirty face” and “I’ll smear a shit mask on you and send you home in it.”