In a cramped office, a muscular white man kneels before his potential ebony employer, his eyes locked onto the inked, rugged feet. He's here to lick, to worship, to prove his dedication to the art of toe-licking. The room is filled with the musk of man and leather as he takes each toe into his mouth, his tongue exploring the ridges and valleys of the sole. The office is silent, save for the wet sounds of his devotion and the soft, approving grunts of his prospective boss.