New boots for your old habit. You can't help it, can you? A beautiful, powerful Goddess steps into your sight with tall boots and you go weak in the knees. And in the mind. Which is exactly the way I like you to be. So go ahead and stare, lose control of your urges and give in to the shiny black luster that is My almighty boots. Lick the screen to polish My boots, loser. Your weak mind is about to get trampled and morphed into craving to live under My boots. Forever addicted for the rest of your days.