After a long day of shopping, Goddess Alanis and Anna returned home, their arms laden with bags. They collapsed onto the plush couch, sighing in relief. As they settled in, Anna's gaze wandered around the room, eventually landing on a figure in the corner. Her curiosity piqued, she asked, "Who is this?"

Goddess Alanis smiled knowingly and replied, "That's my house slave, Cowboy. He loves cleaning feet."

Intrigued, Anna's eyes lit up. "Really? I think I’d like to see how good he is," she said, kicking off her shoes and propping her feet up.

Goddess Alanis gave a nod, and Cowboystrapon moved forward eagerly, taking his place at their feet. He began his work with careful precision, reverently cleaning and massaging, ensuring every inch of their tired feet was attended to. Both women watched with satisfaction as Cowboystrapon demonstrated his skill and devotion, making their feet feel pampered and refreshed.