Fortune favors you, slave, for your trek through the forest has led you to me, and my boots now bear the filth of the earth. I shall indulge myself by pouring water on the ground, stirring up the mud, and reveling in the delight of your servitude.
Behold the vile muck that stains my boots! It is your task, and your pleasure, to clean every inch of them. Begin your labor of love, and do not stop until every speck of mud has been removed and my boots shine once more.