Go on, get cozy. It’s been a long day of worshiping my feet, and I need you well rested so you can do it all again in the morning. Let me tell you a bedtime story. A bedtime story about a mindless foot slave who lives out his days worshiping his Enchantress. As my voice lulls you, The story begins to break down, to loop in on itself, to twist and turn and spiral you into a deep trance that eventually trails you off into a blissful slumber. See you in the morning, slave.