Mr. Pine enters the room, eyes widening at the sight of Kiffa and Katherine, feet up on the couch, smirking. "You're late," Kiffa snaps, pushing her sweaty, stinky feet towards him. He hesitates, then begins to lick, his tongue tracing her soles, tasting the sweat and scent. Katherine watches, amused, her own feet bare, waiting for her turn. The room fills with the sounds of wet licks, smacks, and moans as the losers worship their goddesses' feet, their humiliation palpable yet exhilarating.