I know my smoke makes you weak; just the sight of my thick French inhale inspires you with a yearning to submit to Me. Are you slave enough to be my full ashtray? Swallowing every drop of my spit, ever bit of ash and every cigarette butt? How about a full champagne flute full of a full day's worth of spit and black ash? Better not waste any, because as my full time receptacle, I'll make you lick any spilled off of the floor.