In a dimly lit boudoir, a reverent supplicant prostrates himself before the altar of his fetish, the woman's immense, nylon-encased legs. She, a queen of flesh, demands his devotion, and he yields, worshipping her every curve, from the delicate arch of her foot to the thunderous muscle of her thigh, his own desire swelling as her voice, husky with power, guides his adoration.