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Joschi, bound at the wrists, is brought before Perfecta, his foot goddess. She teases him, wiggling her toes, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. Joschi's gaze is locked onto her feet, his breath shallow with anticipation. Perfecta lifts her foot, pressing it against his nose. Joschi inhales deeply, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy. He worships her feet, his tongue tracing her instep, his nose burying itself in her toes, a symphony of sniffing and licking echoing through the room.