I love humiliating pathetic men, and who better to humiliate than my human ashtray? Let's be honest, you love being torn down and degraded by a beautiful woman smoking a cigarette, wearing a little fur lined jacket and a purple velvet dress. You know what's coming when I swipe my black lipstick over my lips, light up my cigarette, and then blow the smoke in your face. As I humiliate you with my words, I taunt you with my body, showing off my curves and teasing you with the slope of my breasts. You love my ash, don't you? Love it when I flick my cigarette, tasting it. Yeah. You're a pathetic nothing, too useless for anything besides being my human ashtray. But you know that, don't you?