I know you so very well, without ever having to meet you. Speak to you.Your desires, what you crave more than anything else in this world. What makes you weak. What makes you tremble. What makes you powerless. It's Beautiful soles. Not just any, beautiful soles however. Ones that know how to tease you, torment you, use their power against you to get what they want. I know, you need scrunched wrinkles, long high arches, pointed, spread toes. & that you'll do anything to get your fix. You're a junkie for a pair of sparkling soles, and I can't wait to that weakness.