In a dimly lit, luxurious dungeon, an Italian Domme sits regally, her high-heeled feet tapping in anticipation. Her slave, dressed in nothing but a jockstrap, kneels before her, awaiting her command. She begins, "You are not a real man, are you?" He shakes his head, eyes downcast. She raises a foot, pressing her heel against his chest, pushing him back. "Prove it," she sneers, "Worship my feet like the pathetic worm you are."