Goddess Alexandra, dressed in a purple dress that accentuates her flawless figure and black shoes with red soles, steps over the threshold of her apartment after a long night. She looks like a queen returning from a triumphant ball. Her hair, slightly tousled from the wild night of dancing in the club, cascades in waves over her shoulders. Despite her fatigue, she radiates confidence and calmness, her constant companions.

After removing her coat and carelessly tossing it aside, Alexandra walks into the living room, where he is already waiting — an insecure nerd with large glasses pe...

Goddess Alexandra, dressed in a purple dress that accentuates her flawless figure and black shoes with red soles, steps over the threshold of her apartment after a long night. She looks like a queen returning from a triumphant ball. Her hair, slightly tousled from the wild night of dancing in the club, cascades in waves over her shoulders. Despite her fatigue, she radiates confidence and calmness, her constant companions.

After removing her coat and carelessly tossing it aside, Alexandra walks into the living room, where he is already waiting — an insecure nerd with large glasses perched on his nose and an awkward figure. He lies in the center of the living room, not daring to move. Alexandra glances at him and simply steps over him as if he were an inanimate object — which, to her, he essentially is.

The nerd begins licking her shoes, carefully cleaning every scratch and stain with his tongue. His movements are quick and precise, yet they reveal an endless devotion. His lips gently touch the surface of her shoes, and then, with a smacking sound, he starts sucking on her heels as if they are the finest delicacy. Every gesture of his speaks of complete submission and a deep awareness of his worthlessness.

He knows his role in her life is clearly defined, and he harbors no illusions about it.