Another slave. Another ashtray. If you wish to be a part of my harem, you must be able to adequately use your mouth whenever I wish to light up a cigarette. This one is rather scared and not very good at the job. Perhaps it is the way I use my beguiling confidence to intimidate him, and the threat of a gloved slap around his face if he fails me. Whatever the reason, he must learn to become a good ashtray for his Mistress.