Madame Indigo and I stumbled upon our boss's little secret—he's a foot fetish freak.

Since then, work? Hardly. We've turned him into our foot bitch, our personal floormat.

Now, we kick back, using him as a footstool, chatting about our newly lavish lives.

We dream up new ways to take advantage of his wicked fantasies and laugh at how the tables have turned.

Madame Indigo and I stumbled upon our boss's little secret—he's a foot fetish freak.

Since then, work? Hardly. We've turned him into our foot bitch, our personal floormat.

Now, we kick back, using him as a footstool, chatting about our newly lavish lives.

We dream up new ways to take advantage of his wicked fantasies and laugh at how the tables have turned.