I take drag after drag from My cigarette, letting the smoke fill My lungs. You can't look away, overwhelmed with desire. I smirk at your obvious weakness, amused at the sight of your lust. The smoke trickles out from between My perfect red lips, silver clouds spiraling around My body. So sensual. So beautiful. You're addicted to this sight, aren't you, loser? You want to worship My smoke. You want to be useful. You want to please Me. You're no use as a man - but you can serve Me in other ways. Open your mouth, bitchboy. Stick out your tongue. Whimper and moan, begging for the taste of My ash. You're nothing but My ashtray now! Devoted to the taste of My ash, enthralled by the sight of My smoke.