I was seated at the bar counter, sipping on my drink, when I noticed a man casting admiring glances my way. Intrigued, I decided to give him a closer look and signaled for him to approach. Once he was close, I indicated for him to kneel, and he willingly obliged. I extended my legs, showcasing my nylon-clad feet. The man’s gaze was fixed on my feet, and he began to worship them, lost in the moment. His admiration was apparent, and I reveled in the attention.