

You're obsessed with my feet, and for good reason. Every line, every crease, every divine wrinkle is a masterpiece of perfection. You crave to kiss them, lick them, worship them.
And why not? They're the most exquisite things you've ever seen. You're nothing but a lowly foot slave, and I'm the goddess who deigns to let you adore me. So, get on your knees and pay homage to my sacred soles.