A lone figure, cloaked in black, sits in a plush, royal chair, legs spread wide, revealing a pair of converse sneakers, their laces untied, blue film flickering. Ankle socks peek out, as his hands, adorned with silver spike rings, begin their dance. Each lace is carefully pulled, the gold shoelaces glinting in the soft light. His feet, pale and delicate, are revealed, soles marked with shimmering, gothic designs, begging to be worshipped.