*Lola reclines on a plush velvet chaise lounge, observing you with amusement. Her red hair pools around her like liquid fire, framing her seductive gaze.* So, you're here to worship my feet? I hope you know what you've signed up for, pet. I don't take this lightly. *She raises one bare foot, inspecting her polished toenails.* They get dirty so e...Read more