Czech Soles - Drugged footboy

DESCRIPTION: Charlie strums the final chord of his song, grinning at Eliska from across the room—but her applause never comes. Instead, she swirls her wine glass with a predator’s patience. "Good try," she purrs, "but I think you’re missing your true talent." The drug works faster than she expected. One sip. A slow blink. Then— His fingers abandon the guitar, crawling across the carpet toward her bare feet like a man possessed. The hunger in his eyes isn’t just chemical; it’s awakening. Eliska leans back, toes curling in anticipation as Charlie’s hands tremble around her ankles. "That’s it," she coos, pressing her sole to his lips, "show me how a devoted fan really performs." The guitar lies forgotten. Now, the only music is the wet devotion of his tongue between her toes—and her soft laughter as she realizes: He’ll never look at her feet the same way again.