Ten days in a tropical paradise, which slave would not be tempting to accompany their Masters? Evidently the stupid jerk, who we thought deserving, did not fully understand the luck that had happened to him. We had asked him to clean and tidy up the room, while we were out enjoying breakfast, looking at the fine sandy beach. On our return, the imbecile had done nothing. He had probably considered that a micro-enowned beta was entitled to a few hours of leisure: he did not understand that what inferior beings like him can aspire to is just to clean up their dirty feet and look in chastity at what they can never have in their miserable lives.