You have a perverted foot addiction that haunts you everywhere you go. You can't control it, it controls you. I see the way you watch my patent leather flats dangle off of my perfect feet and slap onto the ground. You're drooling, you can't contain yourself. Lucky for you, I find your weakness amusing and I get off on teasing and tormenting you in public. I wouldn't try to stand up if I were you, you don't want everyone else to that tent in your pants...