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Mistress Kennya, inked and commanding, enjoys a scenic drive with her obedient human ashtray. She pulls over at a bustling park, instructing him to lie prone on the grass. With an indifferent flick, she lights a cigarette and places it on his chest, the warmth and danger sending shivers through him. Kennya smokes lazily, ashes falling onto his vulnerable body, as she relishes his public humiliation. She leans in, blowing smoke into his face, her voice a sultry purr, "Don't move, my little ashtray. This is our secret bond, isn't it?"