This slave has erred and is well aware of it, hence he kneels blindfolded, awaiting retribution. A firing squad of five Mistresses will mete out punishment, their bare hands delivering stinging slaps from all sides until his face turns red. My cohorts and I seize the opportunity to mix business with pleasure, proposing a game: one by one, we strike him, and he must guess to whom the hand belongs, correctly identifying at least three. In a surprising turn of events, he succeeds: alas, his reward is but more slaps. However, in this final round, we grant him a privilege – the blindfold is removed, allowing him to behold us in all our glory.