My friend Gabriella and I have three helpless doormats at our disposal today. We are dressed in elegant nylons, making the perfect opportunity for a triumphant walk on this human carpet. We initiate the pathway, gripping the bars for support, as Gabriella walks on their heads, while I stride on their flabby abdomens, positioned between the bars.
Our walks soon escalate to include hopping and stomping, accompanied by sadistic laughter and their groans of pain. We eventually silence them with our veiled feet pressed firmly over their mouths, concluding with a final facestanding.