She sits and holds her giant feet out to you. You grab them and mold them around in your hands. He sweat makes it hard to hold them. You love this. But, you can't show it.
"Good job, slave brother." She says.
"Anything for you, Goddess Izzy." You say.
"I think you need to show true servitude to me." She says. "I want you to go upstairs and get my hamper."
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