Violetta, the Ice Queen, commands her servant to worship her skates, fresh off the rink. Kneeling, he eagerly licks the frozen blades, his tongue tracing the curves and grooves, tasting the mix of ice and snow. She grinds the skates onto his face, his tongue, his lips, mercilessly dominating him. Her boots, wet and cold, demand his undivided attention. He struggles to keep up, his devotion absolute, as she commands, "Clean them, every inch."