Scene opens on a deserted, private dock. He catches me walking past him on the dock, wearing flip flops, and he zooms in to catch a closer look at my feet. I catch him, and ask him to come take a closer look, and ask "Know any good fishing spots?"
When he gets up closer, he points the camera at my pretty pink, plump toes, and I say "I'll show you my soles if you tell me where to find the good spots." He tells me to turn around and look over there. While I'm looking away, I slip my feet out of my worn flipflops and do the Pulp Fiction pose, revealing my dirty, sweaty wrinkled soles. I ca...

Scene opens on a deserted, private dock. He catches me walking past him on the dock, wearing flip flops, and he zooms in to catch a closer look at my feet. I catch him, and ask him to come take a closer look, and ask "Know any good fishing spots?"
When he gets up closer, he points the camera at my pretty pink, plump toes, and I say "I'll show you my soles if you tell me where to find the good spots." He tells me to turn around and look over there. While I'm looking away, I slip my feet out of my worn flipflops and do the Pulp Fiction pose, revealing my dirty, sweaty wrinkled soles. I can tell he likes them, so I sit down to give him a better show. He zooms the camera in on all the parts of my soles, and I tell him to come get a sniff of these stinky feet. Finally, I tell him I need to go, but he should definitely give me his number.