Isn t it perfect? This angle? Living there, on my office floor, at my feet? Every time you look up at my perfection you realize you re not worthy of this. You understand that you ll never be more than my pantyhose slave. Over the years, you understood that you must pay for the honour of living your doormat life at my feet. Tribute and worship. Tribute and sniff! Thank Me for allowing you to live at my feet or else, you will be replaced.