Panting and tired, you exhaustedly swipe your sewing needle sword at her toe, fumbling and falling on your face. You push yourself up, struggling to stay standing.
Weiss tapped your face with her big toe, knocking you over again. She raised her foot up high, looking down at your battered form, before she slammed her bare heel on you. She twisted her heel for extra measure before lifting her foot off, leaving you a flattened smear on the hard ground. L
Before you could reform much ay all, she plopped her foit back onto you, leaving your face free between her big and second toe.
"I think I win," she said, grinning in triumph, "that means you're my new little slave." She squeezed the putty that probably was your head between her toes. "Your first task is to kiss my foot. So, get kissing."
Releasing your face from her toes, she crossed her arms as she patiently waited for her prize. But you didn't like the idea of being an heiress' slave, especislly seeing how sadistic she seemed to be.
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