Mistress Elis Euryale is comfortably sitting at her desk, her long legs and her black Louboutin on the table. Her foot boy on the other side of the desk is waiting for a sign from her, the sign that he is allowed to worship her. She lights a cigarette and pronounces the words he desired so much. He kisses, licks and worships, but not with his hands, as he can't touch. Only his mouth is put to good use: for her feet, and for her cigarette. There is indeed a price to pay for getting the privilege to be her office foot boy: devote his mouth and tongue to Elis, make them always available for her ashes, and swallow everything.