We, Lady Scarlet, Joanna, and Angy, are relishing our new shoes, admiring their gleam with delight. Joanna proposes we light a cigarette, and we all promptly agree to summon the ashtray slave. He arrives, naked and on all fours, acting like a dog, and begins avidly licking our new shoes. Although they remain clean, we soon discover another method to blacken his tongue…
Before we start smoking, we hurl insults and degradation at him, accompanied by spittle, a treatment that persists even after we light our cigarettes. We make him sit in the center, functioning as both a footrest and an ashtray. We take turns sitting on his shoulders, immobilizing his head with our legs. The ashes fall generously onto his tongue, soon turning it black, while we tease him with our alluring bodies, moving them in front of his eyes. However, he is a pitiful, worthless creature, unable to touch us.