Your girlfriend's bestie just caught you. And she's not mad. She's delighted. White socks. Short skirt. A sweet little bow in her hair and pure poison on her tongue. She knows exactly what you are… a pathetic, foot-obsessed loser who'd betray his own girlfriend for a chance to kneel under her best friend's feet. She'll compare you to real men. She'll shudder at the thought of your mouth anywhere near her skin. She'll make you thank her for every wiggle of her toes inside those innocent white socks. Because this is all you deserve. Not love. Not respect. Just humiliation, served by a bratty angel who owns your girlfriend and now owns you.
