To some people paying to stare at a pair of slippers for almost 12 straight minutes, while completely ignored, could seem like a punishment or maybe even a rip off. Not to you, because these are not just any slippers. These are MY slippers. This is the exact pair that adorn my pretty feet every single day. My scent is embedded deep into the fabric. If you look closely you can see MY toe prints. Imagine sticking your face right in my slippers. You wish you could BE my slippers. Worship my slippers loser. Pump your dick and worship my slipper. This isn’t a rip off. This is a religious experience.