Anticipation drenched in desperation, aren’t you, just for the honor of cleaning the remnants of my pleasure-filled evening? You’ll never grasp the sheer intensity, the raw, passionate fulfillment I experienced tonight. But letting you savor the aftermath is the closest you’ll ever come to it - a teasing glimpse of pleasures you’ll never provide. With every taste, try - though your inferior mind may struggle - to understand the bliss each of them gave me. You may try to lose yourself in the fantasy, but never forget: your only purpose here is to be my obedient cleaner, taking in the remnants of my real satisfaction. Start your task, and maybe, if you prove worthy, I’ll whisper the tantalizing details into your eager, pitiful ears.