Seated on my throne, I summon my slave. His duty today consists of inhaling the scent of my sweaty armpits and meticulously cleaning them with his tongue. As he performs this task, I display my biceps, symbolizing my superiority and strength. The sensation of the slave’s tongue against my skin is akin to that of a puppy’s. Upon completion of his work, I spit into his mouth, introducing another sample of my essence within him.