Caught you, didn’t I? Thought you could sneak around and spy on me without getting noticed? Pathetic. Since you’re already down there at my feet, you might as well make yourself useful. Look at these soles — filthy, used, perfectly beneath you. And now? You’re going to worship them like the desperate little loser you are. It’s honestly embarrassing how eager you are for my dirty feet. I’ve been walking around all day, picking up dirt and filth — and now you get the privilege of cleaning them for me. Tongue out. Face down. You’ll never be good enough for anything more… but this? This suits you. Serving. Cleaning. Being beneath me where you belong. Go on — show me how much you love it.