The soles of her feet, like the soles of his wallet, are his focus. She orders him to drain his resources, her voice a heady mix of power and lust. He's a willing pawn, emptying his wallet, stacking bills, each one a testament to his devotion. His tongue traces her heels, his lips press against her arches, his eyes never leaving her feet. She's not just a woman, she's a goddess, and he's her devoted, bankrupt worshiper.