After returning to the dungeon with four friends for a slave party, we encounter a familiar face lying helplessly on the ground in a back alley. The slave, who was waiting for us, had fallen and was now resting like a bum – filthy and pitiful. Without hesitation, we leave him on the floor where he belongs, and begin to make him taste our sharp heels. Our shoes, ankle boots, and leather boots – all with high and sharp heels – penetrate the flesh of this submissive slave. His screams intensify along with the red marks, but it’s not enough. We make him lie down on an iron grate, and begin trampling him again, his back shattering under our weight.