Amethyst and I know you’re drooling over our perfect soles, but guess what? We don’t give a fuck about you. While you kneel there like the desperate foot whore you are, we’re lounging here, flashing our ebony feet – wrinkled arches, sweaty toes, and all – just to tease your worthless ass. ‘Look at these soles, Amethyst,’ I say, dangling mine in front of the camera, ignoring your pathetic existence. You think we’re doing this for you? Nah, we’re chatting about our latest conquests, laughing as you imagine licking the dirt from between my toes or Amethyst’s. Go ahead, stroke to it, beta… but we’ll keep ignoring your messages, your begs, your everything. Because to us, you’re just a faceless sole-sniffer. Worship from afar or fuck off.