I do like a nice, warm human doormat. There is nothing more satisfying for Goddess than trampling over a mere slave. I mean, the head of a slave makes the perfect step for Goddess to tread on. Then to stand upon his chest with all My weight, watching as My slave struggles to catch his breath. If the slave dares to look upon the face of Goddess, he will be swiftly turned away with My expensive sports shoe. A nice pair of leather sneakers is essential for trampling over worthless beings. But I also like to feel My slave struggle underneath My bare feet as I walk all over his torso and face.