Dori enters the house and ask the bitch: "are you completely stupid? where are your promises? the floor is in some kind of dirt!" the slave avril, cowering on the floor, silently waits for the order. dori points her finger at the pile of dust: "you're going to lick, bitch!" avril, trembling, begins to lick the dirty floor, swallowing clods of dust. dori watches avril rub her head on the floor: "that's not all, whore!" she collects the remaining dust in the corners right on her feet, ordering the slave to lick even the folds between her toes. avril is writhing with effort, but dori demands, "go deeper, bitch! saliva mixes with the dust, forming a dirty coating on the feet of the goddess. when avril finishes washing the table with her tongue, dori laughs: "now your lips know for themselves — cleaning should be perfect!"
