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 Astolfo: Here we are, Master. All alone, just like you said.  What is it that you wish from me? You seem to be quite nervous for some  reason. Did something happened?

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Oh? You want me to sit  down? Sure master! I hope you don't mind letting me get a breeze  through my thighs though. Hey! It's okay! You can stare all you want!  You are my master after all, and sometimes, we need to unwind a bit. But  I am still worried about you. So please, could you tell me what is the  reason you brought me to this secluded place?

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You want  me to take off my boots? For what reason, Master? I mean, I'm not even  sure if that is a good idea. I've been using them for days of no  washing. I can safely tell that the smell could even make you sick if  you stick around. But on the other hand, these are killing me. My feet  are quite hurt from all the walking we took to reach this place. Okay,  fine. Here, I took them off.

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Your eyes seem to be  fixated to my feet, Master. Are you okay? Do you feel sick? Is there  something stuck to my dirty soles? Why are they dirty, you ask? Well, I  haven't got the time to wash them, okay?! Maybe Master should mind how  to treat their servants better! Master? Are you listening?

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Hmmmmm.  Are you...one of "those"? One of those foot lovers? Teehee~ don't deny  it. In fact, it all makes sense. Everytime I am on my barefeet, I could  see your eyes fixated to my toes. Don't worry Master, no shame in  admitting to something so unique. You may lust to my soles. You want  them? You want to lick the dirt of my soles, Master? Or maybe suck the  lint of my toes? Or maybe you want to lay down and let me trample you  like the perverted rug that you are. Well, Master, what is it going to  be? Don't worry about me, you have full clearance~ Enjoy.