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A man's eyes widen as a woman, dressed in a loose robe, enters the room, her feet bare and unashamed. She sits down, her feet dangling just inches from his face. She picks up a bottle of lotion, the scent of vanilla filling the air as she pours it onto her soles. The man swallows hard, his eyes never leaving her feet as she begins to rub the lotion in, her hands moving in slow, deliberate strokes. He can't help but imagine the feel of her skin, the softness of her soles, the taste of the lotion on his tongue. His desire grows, but he remains still, his worship silent, his adoration evident only in his rapt gaze.