Kyaa, the goddess of soles, presents her delicate, untouched feet to her eager supplicant. He begins his worship, gently kissing and licking her arch, tracing the lines of her toes with his eager tongue. Kyaa's eyes roll back in pleasure as he works, her body responding to his touch. She guides him, her voice like velvet, "Harder, my pet. Worship my feet as if they were the gates to paradise."