Pucca's personal footstool, a muscular man, is brought in, naked and eager. He kneels before her, eyes downcast, awaiting her command. She orders him to remove her shoes, to admire her feet, to smell them. He does so, a groan escaping him as he takes in her scent. She orders him to suck her toes, to lick her soles. He does, his tongue exploring every inch of her feet. She watches, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure, her body responding to his touch. She orders him to worship her feet, to show her his devotion. He does, his body trembling with desire, lost in her feet, in her command.