I slowly, sensually dance for you as you look up at Me. Beneath My feet are dozens of fragile cigarette ashes laying on a cool tile. As I dance, I brush them ever so gently with My nylon clad feet. One by one, the tiny cylinders are crushed beneath My giant feet, pulverized by the nylon mesh that encases My beautiful feet.

Lots of macro shots showing the fragile ashes crumbling as I dance on them.