Hello foot boy… or should I say… foot SLAVE! That’s right. You are OUR foot slave and you live to worship OUR feet. Alpha’s soles are so wrinkly and mine are so sweaty, which means your tongue is going to get quiet the workout. All that licking and sniffing and tasting is just the beginning though, because when I say foot slave, I mean you’re our permanent foot slave. You’re even going to be cleaning our friends’ feet too! You would do anything for us because our feet own you. And guess what foot slave? You wouldn’t have it any other way.