Just imagine what it would feet like to spend a day with me. Me, coming home from a dinner, in these sweaty old flats, and you, waiting for me in front of my door, like a good doormat you are. We come inside, and as soon as I take them off, room is filled with that intense smell that could make you in a second. But you wait for instructions. I say to you to smell them, and now the smell is right under your nose, you can't run away from it now. After a while, you start to clean them, lick them all the way up to those smelly sweaty toes, first slowly, then faster and faster. But in the middle...

Just imagine what it would feet like to spend a day with me. Me, coming home from a dinner, in these sweaty old flats, and you, waiting for me in front of my door, like a good doormat you are. We come inside, and as soon as I take them off, room is filled with that intense smell that could make you in a second. But you wait for instructions. I say to you to smell them, and now the smell is right under your nose, you can't run away from it now. After a while, you start to clean them, lick them all the way up to those smelly sweaty toes, first slowly, then faster and faster. But in the middle of the licking, I take a picture of you, then again. You are confused, you don't know what to do. You are even more sweaty then my soles, you know that this will ruin your life in a second. You beg me to delete it, not to go on social media with it, but you know that will cost a lot. My good will costs a lot. And that's where our story starts, cause you know, in that second where I took a pic of you, I own you now and forever...