Gaia, Tatiana, and I have soles caked with dirt and grime, and we require a thorough cleaning. The slave begins to lick and clean our feet, but his tongue quickly turns black from the filth. Gaia then presses her feet into his face, further dirtying him. His tongue becomes dry, and I attempt to help by spitting on my feet and then directly into his mouth. Our feet are now cleaner, but still not completely. Tatiana has an idea and sends the slave to retrieve some liquid soap. Instead of soaping our feet, Tatiana sprays the soap directly onto the slave’s tongue and then one by one, we rub our feet on his outstretched tongue. We finish by rubbing all six feet on his face, now a gray mixture of dust and soap.