Roman Foot Slave!

Why is my slave staring at my feet AGAIN? it turns out that this grotesque, subservient human being is consumed with lust for my glorious, conquerer's feet! Which is shameful of him, so I decide to shame him further, by ordering him to spill his filthy plebeian seed all over my high arched, dancer's soles. Of course, in the process I tease him by spreading my toes, pointing my feet, and talking dirty. And then I get carried away with my wine, and start pouring it onto my feet, ordering him to lick it off my wrinkled soles! I'm the conquerer, and must be worshipped!