Chapter 2: Building Tension
"Worship my feet, you filthy little slut," Arya demanded, her voice dripping with venom.
The woman beneath her writhed in anticipation, her eyes locked on Arya's gorgeous nails as they dug into her hair. Arya slowly lifted one leg, allowing the woman to catch a whiff of her foot. The stink of her sweaty sock sent a thrill of excitement coursing through the woman's veins, her body responding to the degradation with a shudder of pleasure.