What do you really know of the life of a slave? As you get mesmerized by my long leather gloves, fitting perfectly to my measurements, as you can’t keep your eyes away from the divine smoke of my cigarette, I tell you more about what is required from you today. The life of a slave is not only a path made of devotion, but also of abnegation and unselfishness. As I smoke and tease you with my soft leather gloves, you watch silently. I know what you want, and I also know what you need. I know the life you are meant to live, and sometimes it is to be forgotten until you are called. Privileges come to those who understand their place. Will you savor the privilege to be touched by my long leather gloves? To share the same smoke as mine in your lungs, the same ashes as mine on your tongue?
