The goddess, dressed in white fishnet tights, sprawls out on the bed. Her feet, encased in high-heeled shoes, fatefully tantalize her worshippers. With the elegance of a dance routine, she skillfully lifts one foot, fanned out in a shapely V-formation, and draws it back slowly. Her partners’ eyes are fixated on her. She knows it. They are enchanted by her confidence and grace. She’s in complete control. She slowly lifts the other foot, a cunning smile playing on her lips, and slides it down the bedsheets. The sound of the fabric crinkling lingers in the room. The gentle rustle fades into a soft and rhythmic murmur, as her partners fanatically admire her every move. They want to devour her feet; they want to worship them. But they wait, patient and obedient, as she plays out this foot-teasing spree. She continues her performance, with the finesse of a prima ballerina, moving each foot gracefully, and slowly caressing the white fishnet fabric with her toes. Her partners’ eyes follow every jerk, every thrust, every flicker of movement from her feet. She can feel their longing growing in intensity. She revels in her power. She’s the goddess, the goddess in white fishnet tights, the goddess of foot teasing.