Upon my return home from a walk, I’ve frequently noticed an unusual scent permeating the apartment. My initial assumption was that our slave-woman had passed gas and failed to ventilate the area. One day, I arrived earlier than expected and discovered a startling sight: my unabashed slave-woman had positioned herself with her backside upturned, actively defecating. She was not only releasing a substantial amount of feces but also seemed to be reveling in the act, smearing and splattering it all over the camera. It appears that this was the source of the persistent flatulence odor. This deviant little toilet-slave has been relieving herself and indulging in her peculiar habits without my presence on a daily basis.