I’ve been strutting in these strappy gladiator sandals all day, and as much as I love how they frame my feet, I think it’s finally time to let them breathe. I’ll give you a close-up look at every detail—from the way the straps left their mark on my skin to the deep wrinkles in my arches as I stretch for you. By the time I’m done, you’ll be wishing you were right here on the carpet with me, taking over where my hands left off. Are you worthy of tending to these soles?
