"Fine by me."

You feel yourself lowered to the ground, and for the briefest moment the thought crosses your mind that you might actually be spared. However, one look at the landing spot near her big toe, and such hopes are dashed to pieces. Yet, given what she is, the scent of her foot is rather pleasant in comparison to what it could've been. Once free of her hand, her toes wiggle a bit, and for a moment you become disarmed as all thought and blood rush to the second brain. Such an angelic foot, and as the foot was raised, such and angelic sole...and then what takes mere seconds almost lasts for an eternity as your face is met with the heavy weight of the soft flesh. Your body is not that far behind as you begin to feel the flesh all over as you're pushed to the ground and lost under a foot so immaculately shaped with such fitting nail polish...and then darkness as the senses flee and life as you know it ceases to exist.