Semi-public and fully humiliating, Sunshines bitch finds himself entirely crushed between her stinky ballet slippers and the wooden ground as she sorts her dirty laundry. His only use to lay, endure, and sniff when told; she stands atop his puny body and disregards his humanity while finding new ways to humiliate and bring him suffering for the sheer joy of his pained groans. Her daily chores deserve to be aided, and his worthless existence belongs beneath her stinky dancer feet.