Bow down before luxury. Pay $90 for high heels and then sit helplessly as I use them to walk all over you. Drain you some more. Pay for the weapons of your own destruction. Watch Me flex and pose My feet and legs. I am THE expert foot tease. I know just where you like to look. I know what drives you wild. I know exactly what you love about My feet, and I emphasize every bit. My seduction and entrapment is an art and a science, and I am the designer of your downfall. My Guess pumps, with their bright pastel color gradient, pointed toe, stiletto heel, gold logo charm, and cascading side walls, hug My feet like high-fashion garments. They are. My toes delicately, just barely grip the edges of the shoe and keep it there, dangling in mid-air, the sparkle of a sultry warm light peeking over the suspended heel. Can you catch the moment it lifts off and begins to fall? My words remind you of every bit of luscious sacrifice you made to put these heels on Me, and the inescapable reality that you are lost in Me. That I have complete control over you. That you couldn't run away if you wanted to. My arches, legs, toe-cleavage, French-pedicured toes, wrinkled inner and outer arches, the way the pumps lift off the back of My heel while the front of My foot stays firm inside the toe of the shoe. It's everything. It's magic. It will make you dizzy and blindly, happily wandering dreamland into whatever trap I have set for you. Masturbate your way into My web of money slavery; follow the sound of My heels. Let this clip purchase be your gateway to simple $50 tributes. Bit by bit, I will swallow you whole before you realize you're being devoured.