I return from a long party wearing a dangerously short skirt, tall boots and the filthy socks I have worn all night. I sit down, slowly remove my first boot and light a cigarette while ordering you to get close and deeply sniff my dirty, stale party-worn sock.
As I relax and smoke, I verbally humiliate you for being so desperate to smell and lick my disgusting socked foot. Then I slowly remove the second boot and give you both filthy socks to worship. You keep sniffing and licking my socked feet while I enjoy my cigarettes, cover you in smoke and remind you exactly where you belong—beneath my dirty feet.
A tempting combination of slow boot removal, filthy worn socks, smoking, foot worship and verbal humiliation.