Phew, that was a tiring day, so a little funny game was very welcome. Of course you loser are not a part of this, because you would just ruin our mood with your ugly punching-bag face. So it's clear where your place is: you crawl around on the floor, are ignored and not only stare at the socks of Lady Stefanie, Cruel Reell, Madame Svea and me, but also the hot socks of several slaves and men that play with us. You don't even know where to look first. So lucky for you sock cunt! And an absolute highlight follows at the end: our star guest Lord of the Snails is back and causes all kinds of laughter with an impressive dance performance. What an evening!
