In a dimly lit chamber, Owensgera's newest apprentice presents their magical concoction, a golden, honeyed elixir. The master, intrigued, demands a taste, but their reaction is unexpected. They devour the potion, eyes glazing over with lust. "You've done well," they rasp, "Now, worship my ass as I've never been worshipped before." The apprentice, confused but eager to please, begins their humiliating yet exhilarating task, their tongue exploring every inch of their master's forbidden territory.