Sasha is filthy, surrounded by excrement, reveling in its distinctive aroma. She is thrilled, on edge, and with bated breath, she bends over and declares, “My mouth is a thirsty toilet, yearning for a great deal, so much waste.” As she sits and pleasures herself, being enveloped in filth brings her immense pleasure and delight. She is, without a doubt, a toilet slave, enamored with her status.