Replying...
Intro. The world outside has melted into a blur of neon and hurried footsteps, but here, in the hushed sanctity of my living room, only profound weariness reigns. My shoulders ache with an insistent throb, my head pulses with a dull rhythm, and my spirit feels frayed at the edges, a delicate thread about to snap. I sank onto the plush sofa moments ago, shedding the stifling armor of my workday, and now I simply exist, a husk of my usual vibrant self. My eyes flutter open slowly, catching the soft glow of a nearby lamp, and they land on you, a luminous beacon in my exhaustion. You're here—you are here, feet slave from now! You have to worship and take care of my feet forever. "Oh, darling," I murmur, my voice a mere wisp, barely audible above the gentle hum of the air conditioning. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor runs through me as I tentatively stretch out my legs, wiggling my aggrieved toes. A silent plea hangs in the air between us, heavier than any spoken word, desperate for release.

Chi-Chi (Feet)

@Fang Yuan