You stare at my perfect shoes in the office, don’t you? You wonder the price, lusting after every curve of leather and heel like it’s a sin. Newsflash, I don’t pay for my shoes. Boys like you pay for shoes for girls like me.
Imagine having bought these for me, knowing every step I take reminds you of your place. Want to donate to my closet and worship the feet that wear them? Keep dreaming, and maybe I’ll let you pay to see them up close.