Kneel, empty your wallet, and spoil my dirty, irresistible feet. Every tribute deepens your obsession and strengthens our connection , leaving you weak, foolish, and desperately devoted beneath me. Worship my feet exactly as they are—filthy, perfect, a
The High Sisters of the Temple on Insect Island take initiates with high potential to the undercroft for special "training" that they might better serve their inscrutable Gods.