In the dimly lit parlor, the camera pans over a sea of eager, writhing feet. The air is thick with anticipation as each sole receives its due reverence. The worshippers, their faces obscured, press their lips and tongues against the arch, the heel, the toe, each touch a testament to their devotion. The feet, some delicate, others robust, quiver in delight, the sensation of being the object of such intense focus and adoration sending jolts of pleasure up their owner's legs.