You’ve finally done it to yourself. You’ve come across a lady who knows exactly how to get to you, and your fatal addiction is going to get the best of you. Staring at my socked feet has an...interesting...effect on you. Your vision keeps blacking out the rest of the world, leaving no room for anything but me and my perfect feet. The more you stare, the more confused you get. The more I change. Are we in a room? Are we in some dark abyss? Does it matter? Especially when I’m talking to you about how obsessed you are, and how you’ll never get a true taste of how they feel against you?