You're kneeling before me as I answer a simple question candidly: what is it like to serve and session with me? As I speak, you can't help but become distracted by my heels... They're dangling from my toes, barely holding on as I cross and uncrossed my legs. I continue to talk as if I don't notice, but you soon become mesmerized by the movements, waiting in anticipation for my shoe to drop. Oops! There it goes. And off comes the other. I'll just mindlessly massage my soft soles, wiggling and spreading my toes as I ramble. Are you even still listening to what I'm saying? So subtle but so seemingly intentional. Have I already so easily and discreetly manipulated you with my pretty little feet? No, of course not! I'm simply just answering your question, and you've expectedly become aroused by my answer. Nothing else going on here...