It's still autumn, Claudia's boots are cold and the soles are covered in sand and mud. This is not a problem for the goddess of cruelty, she trusts her slave, she knows he will be happy to lick all this dirt under her boots. After all these years of slavery, Claudia only has to make a gesture, a word, a mocking laugh or a look, her slave already knows what to do to transform herself into a miserable human doormat.

It's still autumn, Claudia's boots are cold and the soles are covered in sand and mud. This is not a problem for the goddess of cruelty, she trusts her slave, she knows he will be happy to lick all this dirt under her boots. After all these years of slavery, Claudia only has to make a gesture, a word, a mocking laugh or a look, her slave already knows what to do to transform herself into a miserable human doormat.