Crawl over to me. Worship my heels on all fours. Get over here on your hands and knees like a dirty slave, not upright on two legs like a man. You're not a man. You are a pet for the Circus. Crawl to me in the most pathetic manner you can muster and kiss my feet. Don't even make eye contact. Just lick my stilettos. Sniff my fishnet feet. Stay on the floor, and worship your way into my menagerie.