A casual glance at the floor reveals discarded cigarette butts and a layer of ash. My friend Gabriella and I exchange knowing looks and, without a word, we spit on the floor, creating a muddy mixture of ash and saliva. We use this concoction to dirty our bare feet, then beckon our slave over. He had forgotten to clean the floor, and now he must face the consequences: a thorough, disgusting, and humiliating cleanup. Crawling over, he tries to apologize and clean the mess, but we have other plans. We place our filthy feet in his face, informing him that he will first need to lick the ash from our soles. We assist him in this task, spitting on his tongue and face, turning them a dark black. Yet, our feet remain dirty, and we require something more effective: liquid soap. Our slave’s face and tongue are now filled with a gray foam, a mix between the white of the soap and the black of the ash. Will this be enough to clean our feet to our satisfaction?