Mesmerized by My translucent latex layered with fishnets and more latex you can't help but to stare at My cigarette embers as they burn in front of you centimetres away from your face. you need to watch the smooth creamy smoke get sucked into My perfect red lipstick covered lips...you wish you were the smoke being consumed by your Mistress. On your hands and knees in front of Me, you beg to receive My smoke, My poison, My ash. Are you worthy to be Mistress Krush's ashtray?