I am lounging on the sofa with my friends Gaia and Tatiana. We casually rest our feet on the back of a slave, who lies motionless like a coffee table. Upon closer inspection, we notice that our boots’ soles have lost their shine. We call over our devoted foot-cleaning slave, who quickly begins to polish them, one boot at a time. However, the process is rather dull, and he is not meeting our expectations. In order to expedite the process and achieve better results, we decide to rub the soles on his tongue, treating him like a doormat. This method proves to be much more satisfying. Once our boots are clean and shiny, we no longer have any use for the slave and dismiss him without any reward.