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You're just a brainless toy when I'm around. My legs are your religion. I know exactly where your eyes are, on my feet, my toes, my thighs, while I sit, work or relax. You're not needed. But you'll crawl for every move I make. Watch. Stroke. Obey. This isn't a game, it's training. I ignore you because you're not even worth a glance. But I know you're already on your knees.