We’re hanging out in the private room of a party, and I notice you looking at my feet in sandals. Instead of being annoyed, I encourage it. Seductively and sweetly, I begin to talk about my feet, how good they look. Covertly and seductively, I am putting you into trance. Now with you entranced, I talk about how good it would be to serve my feet, to serve ME, how good that makes you feel and how arousing the idea is. After a bit of this covert conditioning, I encourage you to follow me, waving my feet in your face to wipe your mind blank and reinforce the idea to get out of this party and serve me.