A white bodysuit and sheer stockings set off the contrast between Lady Scarlet’s black leather sofa and her heavenly vision. A slave, deserving only to lick her shoes, is eager to clean the soles of her black pumps with his tongue. She rubs her shoes over him until his tongue turns black, and then allows him to remove them. From now on, his tongue will remain in place, serving as a footrest for Lady Scarlet. She ignores him as she reads, slowly moving her veiled feet over his face. The slave only exists for Lady Scarlet’s pleasure, and she sends him to prepare coffee when she pleases.