I instruct her to freshen up, but she’s unresponsive. 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 upon her husband-slave to place her in the bath and clean her up, supervising the process. She playfully retorts, “I’m going home with a shit-stained face,” to which I respond, “Little toilet slut, I’ll smear a shit mask on you and send you home in it, see how you like it.”