Hungry, desperate little bitches only want one thing: to dine on the bottoms of My designer red soles. I deserve to be clothed in luxury paid for by boot-licking beta wallets, and I intend to use your loser tongue to make sure My boots stay squeaky clean. Dine only on the dirt you lap from My soles; that'll keep you nourished and flush with more cash to spend on Me. This is the prescribed natural order: isn't it beautiful? Gender neutral
