filthy buttocks that only exist for sexual treatment, cleanliness.

"About six months have passed since I came to this room... At first, I didn't feel any nausea and even ate my throat, but now I don't feel anything. If you work seriously, you won't get violent and you can eat too. There is nothing to leave here, and it is not certain whether you want to leave now or not. I thought it would be easy for me not to think about it." The woman was confined in a dimly lit room with endless violence and excessive pleasure, which both dominated her. I don't want to be released now. Eventually, only a large amount of saliva from the whistling and extremistic illamas will be leaked out of the mouth, and the word "sorry". She is only alive as a meat stool for the treatment of libido, and today she still flirts with her buttocks and opens her crotch.