I really want a cigarette but I’m with my slave in the studio and I don’t want to smoke inside. We leave the studio and stop in the basement of the building. I light the cigarette and my slave acts as my ashtray. With every puff of a cigarette, the anxiety of being discovered also rises: at any moment someone could come down to the basement and discover us. I continue to smoke and fill my slave’s mouth and tongue with ash but at some point we hear a noise and run inside.

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