Me and the girls have a friendly little bet: who can make you do the nastiest, most embarrassing things? I know I’ll win, because these filthy trainers are my favorite weapon. I’ll make you worship them, fuck them, beg over them, and then call up my bestie to laugh about how you melted.
You sit there, humiliated and confused, as I parade those nasty trainers and order you to kiss, sniff, and adore them. We laugh together while you choke on your shame, incapable of resisting the things I make you do. This is public humiliation perfected, and you’ll want to watch every glorious, degrading second.