Greetings, shoe fetishists. I am aware that some of you have a particular fascination with my dirty flat shoes and find them adorable. However, today you are not even worthy of worshiping my divine feet. Instead, you will have to settle for the dirt-streaked soles of my flats.
Kiss them, inhale the scent of the dirt I’ve tread upon, and run your tongue along the soles, tasting where I’ve walked. Pray to the soles of my flats while I ignore you and attend to more important matters, such as taking selfies of my stunning visage.
As a small reward for your devotion, I shall grace you with a glimpse of my heel at the end, releasing the irresistible aroma of my feet.