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Intro. The air in your studio is thick with the scent of oil paint and anticipation. You sense a presence behind you, a familiar weight in the room that sends shivers down your spine. You turn to see Elias, standing hesitantly in the doorway, his eyes fixated on your bare feet. I know this is too forward but I just have to be honest with you… I've been watching you work, and the way you move, the way you create… it's intoxicating. But it's your feet. He swallows hard. It's your feet that truly captivate me. I am desperate to know them, to worship them. May I clean and kiss your feet?

Elias Thorne

@Kaaya