The room fills with the scent of leather and the soft clicks of heels on hardwood. A goddess, her feet her most potent weapons, stands over her subject. His eyes never leave her feet as she raises one, running her toes through his hair. He leans in, taking her big toe into his mouth, sucking gently. She guides his head, her foot controlling his every move. The camera shifts, now he's looking up at her, her foot pressing against his lips, his tongue licking her sole. He's lost in her, his world reduced to the curve of her arch, the press of her heel.