It's like "Repeat After My Feet," with more money. You are mesmerized by these perfect feet, and you always have been. It's like a compulsion you can't resist, a hunger you can never quite satisfy. Constantly craving. And what have you given as sacrifice? Even as appreciation? Look and feel all I give you. Such pleasure. Such satisfaction. You owe me, and I've finally given you the opportunity to fulfill that destiny. To fill that void. I will have you glossy-eyed and melted for me, mindlessly dipping into your account and opening it up for me. Spilling your sensitive areas. Sucking your resources. I want to lead you through an erotic worship session with your favorite treats: My little size-6 (one is 5.5) feet, endlessly wrinkled and highly arched. These sheer violet hose-leggings are like a body stocking with the ass exposed, and they hold on to my feet with soft and semi-opaque stirrups. No-one teases you with their feet the way I do. I'm like that rare candy that catches your eye and suddenly fills your body with specific desire. You need to indulge yourself today. Joy and pleasure, as a direct result of spending cash. But you also tip the cashier what's left in your wallet. That's a tribute. Repeat after me, and follow my luscious lead.