You worship my feet, I know it, and my shoe addiction is just as filthy as your fantasies. I’ve been wearing these ugly, broken-in flats long enough to collect every nasty thing the world throws at me. Tonight I’ll rub that grime into every inch of leather, and you will watch, ache, and crave the scent of my foot funk.
Do you want these flats? You’ll have to earn them. I’ll make you beg, grovel, and prove how devoted you are to the dirt I wear. When I finally let you taste that filth, you’ll know exactly what it means to deserve something so rank and so entirely mine.