You're so weak when you see a woman smoking. I mean, you were weak already – look at you. Shrunken and tiny...my cigarette holder must be at least ten times bigger than you. Doesn't the smoke coming out of my mouth look captivating? The ash falling on you? I bet you want to taste my smoky kisses, be the cigarette that my red lips are wrapping around. Come here...

I lick you up and trap you in my mouth. A slow oxygen deprivation, replaced by my smoke. I don't think you'll be able to survive for much longer...