In a dimly lit dungeon, Argentina and her coven of glamorous dominatrices indulge in their favorite fetish - spitting. The slaves, their eyes downcast, feel the first droplets hit their skin, a prelude to the torrential deluge of saliva that follows. The women's spits mingle, coating the slaves in a glistening sheen of humiliation. Argentina, her heels clicking on the stone floor, circles her prey, her lips curling into a cruel smile as she adds her own contribution to the slaves' salvia-soaked torment.