Ziva has been out in her boots all day and comes home to relax with you. She's nonchalantly chiling on the phone with her boots in your lap. Oddly, the sight of the soles of her boots is turning you one, knowing her soft bare soles lie inside. She peels them off and exposes her damp socks. She loves to flirt but this time she decides she will satisfy the craving she's inadvertently given to you.