Sole Assessment
My bare soles are on display. You will worship them with your eyes, your wallet, and your worthless cock. Every second that ticks by is another dollar you should be sending. Every subtle flex of my arch is a command you should be obeying. Can you keep up? Or will you fail like the weakling I know you are?
This isn’t a JOI. This is an evaluation. I am judging you. Your performance, your timing, your tribute, your desperation are all being graded. Pass, and you might earn the right to suck my toes. Fail, and you’re blacklisted from my presence forever. The price was high. The stakes are higher....


















