Noticing how cute My camera guy is, I start to flirt with him. Telling him how he can record Me all the time! I then pull out a piece of paper and brag about how it gives Me control over some poor guys money. I continue to flirt and stop paying attention to My surroundings. I trip over the arm of the couch and get stuck, head first, into the cushions. I kick My feet and one by one, My heels come off, exposing My dirty feet. Moaning and groaning I try asking for help. But the reality is that I'm stuck, in My cushions, with My dirty feet showing.