I’ve worn these max collection white ballet flats nonstop for three weeks, and they’ve transformed into something filthy and intoxicating. The once-tan soles are black with the sweetest foot funk, and every step left its mark. Just thinking about how toxic and worn-in they are makes me giggle with wicked ideas.
There’s someone out there who’s going to worship them until they’re ruined, and it could be you. Sniff, lick, clean — whatever I demand, you’ll do it with reverence while I smirk and enjoy every second of your servitude.