Caked in dust, soaked in power — Goddess Zephy’s feet aren’t dirty by accident, they’re filthy by design. Every step she takes is a reminder that you were born to grovel. Lick the sweat, taste the grime, and know your place under her divine soles. You’re not a man. You’re her obedient foot slave — and filth is your holy sacrament.
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