Watch me light up a crisp cigarette and inhale deep breaths. Sucking in the smoke as my shiny thigh high boots squeak when they rub together. You are captivated by exhaling of large grey puffs. I need somewhere to ash my cigarette in between deep inhales and exhales. I begin to take notice of you and tell you what would make me happy is to make a loser like you become my human ashtray. Lick my ash as you look into my eyes, worship my boots with six inch heels, smell and breath in my cigarette smoke.