Princessdoll, the financial dominatrix, reclines on her PVC throne, her latex-clad form glistening under the harsh lights. She takes a long drag of her cigarette, her eyes locked onto her slave's. She blows smoke rings, each one a symbol of her power over him. She crushes the cigarette in her hand, the ash falling onto his bare chest. He shudders, not from the cold, but from the thrill of her dominance. She commands him to clean the ash off with his tongue, her voice a smoky purr, "And don't you dare miss a single speck, slave."