Ha ha, I've brought you to my lair! Dressed exquisitely in a gold metallic belted leotard, black pantyhose and knee high leather boots, I'm ready to ensure that I make so weak with longing that you have to agree to my plot to bring you over to my side as an ally! There's no point in resisting anyway, I always get my way in the end and I just happen to know your weakness. Slipping off my high leather boots, I shove my hose-clad feet into your face - I KNOW you fantasise about worshiping them, don't try to pretend that you don't! Once you've licked and sucked on my toes and high arches for a while, I'm confident you'll agree to my plot, and when you pull out a gadget to threaten me with, I'm amused more than concerned. You really DO think you're a hero! But once you've pressed it's activation button, I start to feel very, very hot. I look down at my feet and realise I'm melting! I'm MELTING!!! MELTING INTO GOO! I repeat this fact, in horror, over and over again as I slide down the wall and subside into the carpet, writhing in agony. I cannot believe you've got the better of me!!! This is THE END!