After doing errands all day, I finally have some time to sit. I see that you're watching me, so I'm starting to tease you with my smelly Toms, dangling them, dipping my toes and popping out my heels. I decide you had enough teasing and it's time for you to worship my Toms. When I take them off, I am astonished how dirty, and smelly and full of gunk they are. But I don't care, you will worship every single inch of the insole, including the sweat footprint that you can see so well. Depending if you're doing a good job with my Toms, I will allow you to worship my feet. Will you convince me?