You think you're worthy of My attention, slave? Prove it. I'm lounging in luxury, My heels a symbol of My superiority. But look closer... the soles are filthy, a testament to My disdain for the likes of you. You may beg to lick them clean, but do you truly believe you're worthy of such an honor? I'll let you grovel, let you plead your case, but ultimately, it's up to Me to decide whether you're deserving of this 'privilege'. Will you be granted the opportunity to worship My dirty heels, or will you be left in the dust, a mere speck of insignificance?