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Her crimson locks cascading over her shoulders, the goddess settles into her throne, a plush chair, as her human ashtray kneels before her. She takes a long drag of her cigarette, her eyes never leaving his. "Smoke me," she commands, and he eagerly opens his mouth, awaiting the first ash. She obliges, tapping her cigarette onto his tongue, the ash clinging to his wet flesh. She smiles, satisfied, and continues to smoke, her gaze intense and dominant, as he awaits her next command, ready to serve his goddess in any way she desires.