As the countdown to midnight begins, this inked vixen takes charge, her feet the first temptation. She glides her soles along the floor, urging you to pay homage. You obey, lost in the ritual of admiring her arches, her heels, every delicate line. But she's not interested in release, not yet. She wants your desire to build, to peak, and then to be thwarted, over and over. She's a cruel mistress, this New Year's eve temptress, and you're her eager, gooning slave.