The floor, that's where you belong. Under her feet. You look up at the soles of Sydney's feet. Admiring her heels and her legs. As she dangles her shoes right above your face, you hope for a little whiff of her feet. And when her shoe comes off, you want nothing more than to get a close up of her feet and toes right over your face. To be covered by her feet would be a reward at this point. Finally, Sydney takes off her socks and gives you an up close view of her lovely feet. You're nothing but a foot stool at this point.