NINA MOROVIC - 18 SOLES FOR YOUR TONGUE

Description: There are nine of us, lounging gracefully on the sofas after an elegant dinner. our dresses sparkle, our luxury heels speak of power and style. around us, four slaves silently compete for the privilege of serving us—eyes down, hearts racing. only one will be chosen. a glance, a subtle gesture, and he will kneel before us, ready to clean our precious soles with the devotion we demand. there is no mercy—only supremacy. and we control every moment.