Lady Nora and I prepared a special treat for the loser – weve put some croissants in our nylon socks and then wore them in our warm boots all day long! By now not only the nylons, but also the little croissants are soaked in our foot sweat – and while the slave takes off our boots, we tell him how hes going to eat all those crushed sweat-soaked croissants now. First, we make him smell our nylon feet, then we unwrap his dinner – you can even see the imprints each of our toes left in the croissants! We order him to take some bites from each of the croissants – do the croissants prepared by my feet taste different than the ones Nora prepared for him?! Hes obviously disgusted by the strong smell and intense taste of his slave meal – but hell eat every last bit of the croissants – we spent the whole day preparing them for him after all!
