You don't need to make a promise to be pussy-free for my feet... You're so fucking disgusting it's involuntary. Poor little incel, you'd do anything to be near a beautiful woman like me, wouldn't you? To feel my eyes upon you, touch my skin, see any part of me that's concealed. That's why it's so easy to use you for my amusement, and I've been working up quite the surprise for my little virgin freak: Nothing but baths for two weeks, with my feet outside of the tub. That's right... Stuffed in these stained socks and filthy sneakers are quite possibly the most pungent pair of feet you've ever experienced. That's not your thing, but this isn't about making you feel good. It never has been. This is about seeing what a pussy-repellant in human form is capable of tolerating just to be in my presence. Laughing at your wimpy cock filling in your pants to things that don't even turn you on. Marking you with the indistinguishable scent of loser to ward off the rare occasion of a woman wasting her time.  Unfortunately, you'll come to realize that all this time beneath my feet has trained your cock to fill and throb from the slightest whiff. I'm sure that'll be an excellently excruciating time when your face is stained with this stench.  (This is a custom script!)