Miss Babylon - At my feet

You know your place, don't you? You know you're not fit to stand up like a real man right? You belong on all fours, head to the ground, worshiping every inch of me. Lets start you off easy: sit at my feet. All weak men should know that's where they end up when they're in the presence of greatness & you're no different. As you grovel to me, I sit casually smoking a cigarette, letting my arm dangling just in view of the camera while idly wiggling my toes once in awhile. I let you observe my amazing size 9's in all their pedicured glory while ignoring you. I don't need to hear or see you for you to properly worship ME, ya know? It's actually preferable I didn't.