Lady Nicole: You will worship my bare feet.I'm still wearing my white, dusty socks. These socks accompanied me through the last year of my studies. If you marry her well, you might be allowed to take her with you. If not, you're out of luck and the socks stay with me. I see your look, you are now greedy for my bare feet. I got my master's degree and you can now worship my feet. Look at the feet. Then you close your eyes and are only allowed to smell my feet. Can you smell the exam stress? You loser can now lick the sweat from my feet after my success, you like that. I now decide what you do. I'm the successful one and you're the loser! I'm successful and you can lick feet. This is how the roles are distributed. Nibble on my toes and also lick the sweat from between my toes. Delight my feet. The feet of a Master of Arts.
