Trapped in Mistress Euryale's web, the human ashtray can't move a limb, which is not something we expect from a pathetic ashtray anyway. Helpless, a metal gag in his filthy mouth, the human ashtray can only witness Mistress Euryale slowly burning his skin with her cigarette: nipples, tongue and his useless dangling so-called cock. His moans and whines have no effect on the sadism of Euryale who will finally put out her cigarette into his trash bin mouth. Being an ashtray is definitely his best and only use, and he does it quite well.