Lady Janet reclines regally on a chair, her shapely legs stretched out before her as she awaits the reverent attentions of her devoted footrest.The air is heavy with an atmosphere of devotion and submission, the very essence of worship hanging palpably in the air.As the chosen vessel approaches, Janet's slender toes curl and uncurl, her delicate anklets glinting in the soft light. With a gentle, knowing smile, she spreads her feet wide, presenting her soles to the eager worshipper. Her skin is smooth, unblemished, an expanse of porcelain-perfect flesh inviting touch and adoration.
