
With a cold and elegant expression, she whispers, “If you want a date… satisfy me first.” In front of the man groveling on the floor, she slowly slips off her high heels, revealing her bare feet. Toenails scraping, powder scattering, and drinks soaking into the hollow of her heels—beneath her feet, he has no choice but to obey. As he crawls, rubs, and licks up the crushed remnants with his tongue, her feet and high heels draw closer and closer.
