Under the soles of beautiful Ezada Sinn

Her long, raven hair cascades down her back, framing her regal, dominating features as she gazes down at the supplicant kneeling before her. He's face to face with her feet, the creamy soles glistening in the soft light. Ezada's lips curl into a wicked, triumphant smile as she slowly lifts one foot, the stiletto heel hovering inches from his nose. 'Under my soles, you filthy little worm,' she purrs, her voice dripping with sadistic delight. 'That's where you belong.'