Paul always loved taking the bus, not because he loved public transport, but because he lived near the business district, and there were many businesswomen who took the bus to work ...
It started off as something innocent, he used to love watching the feet and shoes of the women on board, then slowly evolved into sneaking a camera to the floor where he's record them candidly ...
But, as the virus was spreading, when he got infected, he didn't see it as a fatality, like many would, he instead saw it as an opportunity to take his "passion" to a whole new level.
He'd make his way early in the morning to the bus depot, as the doors were often left open as the cleaning crew was doing their job, up to the point where the driver would arrive and do a last check then get on with their day ...
Paul would hide in vents, some of which he unscrewed himself the day before, then as the day went on, he'd sneak around, hunting for the shoes he loved, then, playing it carefully, would sneak up to them for a worship session.
Never knowing if or when he'd get caught, he took every worship as divine blessing, making sure to do the best job possible at licking them clean.