I arrived tired from a day of productions. I can see in your face that you want my feet, want to be spanked or whatever it is you want. But I feel your gaze and your desire penetrate me. The thing is, I'm the one who decides when and how I'm going to fulfill my fetishes, and rest assured, it won't be now. I sit comfortably on the apartment's balcony, light a cigarette, put my legs on the table and purposely leave my soles exposed for you to observe. I almost feel the heat of your dick, wishing I was there licking everything, eating my ashes, thrown on the floor... But none of that interests me now. I light the second cigarette and take a deep breath of smoke, you're still there... and I'm still ignoring you. I smoke quietly and powerfully while you try to find a way to masturbate without me noticing. But when you can get started, I end the show and go straight to the shower.