What the hell are you doing on your knees in my closet, nose buried in my heels? You want the aroma of Step-Mommy's sweaty heels? Fine. For every single stiletto you've been huffing, you're going to put on some of my girlie clothing. I'm going to lounge above you, modeling the stilettos while you put on feminine clothing. Your reward is a long sniff from my freshly worn heel. You know you love this.