My oily feet look out of this world. The sunlight hits them perfectly as I rub them endlessly with coconut oil.

You just sit there on your knees admiring the perfection of My toes: all the way down to the bottom of My soles. You're just a peasant and My feet are Golden.

Every stare and every stroke will cost you foot boy. But you don't care, you are mesmerized, all you want to do is have the pleasure of paying.