At this very moment, I find Myself luxuriously sprawled out, My posture relaxed and nonchalant. My feet are adorned with My favoured boots, a pair that glisten with a raven-black sheen, their polished surface catching and reflecting the soft, ambient light. They're a stark contrast against the backdrop of the room, demanding attention. Yet, counterintuitively, I am completely ignoring you. There's a certain satisfaction you derive from this deliberate neglect, a twisted pleasure that comes from being on the receiving end of such calculated disregard. It's a game of sorts, a power play that fuels your fascination. And while you're being ignored, your eyes are free to wander, to take in the view that unfolds in front of you. The sight of the boots, their glossy exterior, the way they lend an air of authority and indifference, it all adds to your fascination. The light dances across the polished surface, creating patterns that captivate your gaze. You find yourself drawn to this peculiar mix of visual appeal and emotional play, a combination that keeps pulling you back, time and again, ensnaring you in its intriguing web. dev65033 +50% dev81396 +100% dev18043 +500% dev64000 +1000%