I ignore you and smoke a cigarette while you sit and worship my size 3 soles wrapped in fishnet ankle socks. You have no choice but to sit there, doubting your own existence, as my deliciously fragrant feet dance around just inches from your nose. But I would never let you have the pleasure of smelling my feet just like that. No, you have to take in the smell of my cigarette smoke too... such a shame you can't appreciate the nuanced fragrances after a long day at the university. Pay up pig, ignoring you doesn't come free!