After a lovely blind date, you confessed your foot fetish. I being intrigued and slightly aroused, developed a kinky game. If you can't lick this heart off my sole, I win you for the night. Confused but excited you accept. While you make pathetically slow progress you start to notice the world is shifting. Objects around my home are growing larger... I'm getting taller and more imposing. With a shaky breath and weary, but eager, grin - you excitedly accept your fate.