Beggars can’t be choosy about anything but how pathetically they will beg for my attention. Indecisive betas like you can’t handle choosing anything anyways, you are better at begging and groveling at my spoiled feet. I train you to be a better beta beggar, devoutly grateful for each and every crumb you get. You don’t have a foot fetish but my foot flakes may as well be 24 karat gold to you. There isn’t a part of me you aren’t bewitched by. From my attention to my used socks you are grateful for any gift Goddess gives you, like this delectable little clip.