Two strangers meet in a seedy bar, their eyes locked on each other's feet. One, in worn boots, the other in polished dress shoes. They retire to a private room, the anticipation palpable. The booted man removes his footwear, revealing a fetish-worthy sock. The other man, hungry, takes the foot in his hands, caressing the sole, feeling the callouses, the power. He leans down, his tongue tracing the lines of the foot, his hands working the sock off, revealing the bare foot. He takes the big toe into his mouth, sucking greedily, his other hand working the sole, leaving it slick with spit.