Czech Soles - Vampire footdom

DESCRIPTION: Halloween night. Charlie slams the door on the last trick-or-treater with a "Beat it, brats!" — only to freeze at another knock. Not the timid rap of children, but a thunderous boom. He yanks the door open... and there She stands: a vampire noblewoman, her porcelain skin glowing in the porch light, eyes like polished obsidian. She strides in, owning the space, and shoves him onto the couch with inhuman ease. "On your knees. Now," her voice coils around his spine. He collapses, and she spreads her legs, hiking her gown to reveal bare feet—pale as moonlight, nails lacquered blood-red. "Worship." His lips tremble against her frosty skin, tongue lapping at arches colder than the grave. "Faster." She toys with her fangs as he whimpers, choosing to nuzzle her toes rather than face her wrath. When she’s had her fill, she rises, leaving him a shuddering wreck. "Pity. You almost tasted... sweet."