So, you noticed I’m a black widow. You saw me spit on my late husband’s grave. I won’t deny it, it’s true. I know you’re his best friend, so why didn’t you call the authorities? Instead, you are here and kneeling at my feet. You want to worship my feet? I know you want to be my prey and for me to possess you as a tamed footslave. Sign your will over to me and you can worship my feet until the end of your days!