The slave's body is a human ashtray, a living, breathing extension of Mistress Petite and Miss Ria Harpsichord's smoking pleasure. They take turns lighting up, the orange embers dancing in the dimly lit room, before pressing the burning cigarettes into his flesh. He winces, but they delight in his discomfort, verbally abusing him, calling him a useless piece of shit. They grind their heels in boots, worshipping their feet, onto his back, leaving bruises and welts. The air is thick with smoke, and the smell of burning flesh, as they continue their sadistic game, turning the slave into their personal ashtray.