On the veranda stand maria and inara, their bare feet stretched out in front of them. nearby, on their knees, bound to short leashes, are two slaves marcia and natalia, their mouths open, their eyes fixed on the goddesses' feet with hungry anticipation. "begin!" maria says, and the slaves immediately press their lips to the soles of their feet, slowly licking each toe. their tongues glide over the soles, soaking the hardened skin, their saliva making the soles soft and shiny. but the real work is just beginning. the girls take out pumice stones. "open your mouths wider, bitches!" inara commands, and the slaves obediently gape like living trash cans. maria carefully trims off pieces of rough skin directly into the mouth of the first slave. meanwhile, inara delightedly saws her heel with a pumice stone, sprinkling gray dandruff directly onto the second slave's face, making her to lick every bit of it off her lips before swallowing. "more drool!" maria commands, and the slaves wet their feet with their tongues again. their mouths transform into foot baths, then trash cans, then back into tender lips, kissing every inch of cleansed skin.
