Suspended and wrapped in plastic on the sling, like an insect trapped in Euryale's web, her ashtray boy is waiting for her to take control of his mouth and nipples. He is wearing a metal gag that keeps his mouth wide open, and Euryale can't resist using it as an ashtray for her cigarette, and as a container for her spits. However, ashtrays are just inanimate objects, and she want him to be an ashtray boy: just human enough to react when she wants. Exposing his nipples, she will use them as easy targets for her entertainment, burning them and making him moan and cry like a trapped and pathetic creature. Fortunately, putting out the cigarette on his tongue will put an end to his uncontrolled screaming.