Czech Soles - Powerless to her feet - POV

DESCRIPTION: Mia’s known for weeks—how your eyes linger on her feet in sandals, socks, even fuzzy slippers. Tonight, she tests her theory. You find her in the kitchen—just stilettos, her bare soles toying with the straps, toes flexing hypnotically. "Oops!" The tea box "slips" by her feet. "Pick it up? Pretty please..." Her voice is sugar, but as you kneel, her arch "accidentally" grazes your wrist. You freeze—her skin smells like luxury leather and vanilla polish, her pinky toe tapping your palm. "Taking your time..." She bites her lip, pressing her sole to your chest. "Or... want a taste?"