Mistress Damazonia and Mistress Kennya are sitting above you, looking down at their useful little ashtray slave. They light up their long skinny cigarettes and start seductively puffing on them while they order you to open your mouth, just like their slave in front of them, serving as a receptacle for their delicate ash. You are just there, on your knees, looking up at their perfection and knowing that you are useful.