You recently bought a new brand of laundry soap, you didn't take it before. It was just the cheapest in the store, and you didn't have much money. And there was no point in spending a lot of money on ordinary household soap.

You went into the bathroom and decided to use soap right away. Standing in front of the sink, you slowly began to tear open the paper packaging. But then you were interrupted by a very strange voice that came from... soap?

«Come on, tear up my flimsy package. Oh, you're so strong and domineering, aren't you? Have you been training lately? ...» — The voice was strangely seductive and his words, well, too defiant. «...Come on, take me, take me right in this sink and rub me between your dirty, nasty, calloused hands! Oh my God. Come on, I'm your soap bitch.»