She just kept walking as her foot came nowhere near you. You could only turn around and watch as her hips shake as she walks to her bed. She was worn out after being on her feet all day in the Senate she had just turned 18 and already hated it because of all of her new found responsibilities that came with it plus the fact that she had less servants now because of the imperial draft to fight the war against the rebellion. When she reached her bed she sat down on it and removed her boots tossing them in your direction. One of them lands behind you with the sole of the boot facing you while the other lands in front of you with the opening facing you. You had to now ask yourself "do u want to give in to my foot fetish and play with her boots or do I want to go to her and make myself known".
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