





After being away for a few days I discoveedr these withered roses, even though my slave was supposed to have taken care of them. He didn’t water them and simply ignored them. I show him what watered flowers are supposed to look like and spit on the roses. Then I stomp on them with my high heels, because there’s definitely no saving them now. My slave has to watch everything closely and then open his mouth, because now he’s going to lick the trampled, spit-covered rose leaves off the soles of my shoes and then eat the rest, too!
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