"Slipping off her heels, she reveals her secret weapon - feet that have driven many a man to their knees. 'Come here,' she orders, and he obeys, drawn like a moth to her flame. Her feet, her canvas, his tongue, her brush. She paints her pleasure on his face, her soles grinding against his eager mouth, her heels digging into his shoulders. This is her temple, and he is her devoted worshipper."