Every inch of your Goddess’s body is worthy of your devotion. I mean, look at how perfect these feet are. My feet are my sacred connection to the earth, begging for adoration. Watch me anoint them with sacred oil, get them so shiny and slippery you can practically smell the lavender. I can hardly keep my hands of them myself, they’re so soft and smooth. Watch me caress them myself, sliding them all over the oily bathtub. You can imagine that my hands are your hands, because you will never be worthy yourself of touching such a Goddess. But we can all dream, can’t we?