Madame Sade wore heels the night before, and her feet still ache right across the insteps for some odd reason. She has her feet propped up to make the feel better. After talking about her day, she takes off her flats. She rubs her feet, wanting someone else to do it for her. Madame Sade's big, bright eyes almost beckon you to come tend to her feet. She wiggles and curls her toes, and scrunches her smooth soles to make them show their wrinkles. Then she crosses her feet at the ankles and keeps wiggling her toes right in front of your face.