Queen Hanna and I, Lady Nora, the slave. We prepared colorful socks for him, wearing them for days until they were sweated through several times. Now they stink of the finest cheese! One after the other we take off our boots and press our intensely cheesy socks under the slave's nose. He has to inhale the cheese smell and guess how long the respective sock was worn. Too bad he can't run away as he lies tied on the floor in front of us. I share a cheese croissant with Queen Hanna. We eat and chew and spit it in front of the slave's face. Mixed with the stinky socks, the slave now gets a cheese meal deluxe served by us. Yummy!!!