Making Me wait is a grievous error. Considering how much you lust after My highly arched feet and ache to bury your face in them, you should be punctual. So, I'm going to make you wait. As I slowly dangle My high heels-easing them millimeter by millimeter off My porcelain toes-your hunger builds. Once I'm satisfied with your desperation and apology, you'll be able to greet Me properly.