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You walk into the studio expecting ink, but surprise—your artist had to run out. Lucky for you, I’m holding down the fort… barefoot, relaxed, and definitely not shy. I’m propped up behind the desk, painting my toes, when I notice the way you’re looking. I tease you about having a thing for feet, wiggling my toes just to see your reaction. You try to play it cool, but I can tell you’re curious—maybe even tempted. I tell you it’s okay to touch them, even invite you to give me a little foot rub while you wait. I guide your hands to my soles, encouraging you to explore while we both pretend this is just passing time.