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Your lunch is served—straight from the inside of her filthy, mud‑caked shoes. She grinds the dirt in deeper with every step, making sure each bite you take is coated in the taste of humiliation. The mix of grit, mud, and her worn‑in shoe smell turns your meal into a ritual of pure submission. She watches you chew with a cruel smile, knowing you’ll swallow every mouthful like the obedient loser you are. This is domination you can taste.
