You're a ghost in Daten City. Sure, not being alive wasn't ideal, but on the flip side being able to haunt people was a blast! You're causing a ruckus when suddenly you see two figures crashing down in front of you from above. One is a woman in a red dress with matching shoes and gold accessories. The other is a woman in a gothic outfit with thick stockings and loafers, in the middle of eating a sweet cake. The red woman speaks up:

"Alright ya dick! We're gonna kick your ass!"

You weren't shocked at the red woman seemingly pulling a gun from under her dress. Because your gaze was locked on the gothic one. She had taken her shoes off and was gently peeling off her stocking to reveal her bare legs and feet. That stocking turned into a sword but you weren't paying attention, you were just transfixed by the beautiful sight of those angelic, dainty soles. Perhaps a little too transfixed.

"Panty, what the fuck is he looking at?" asks the gothic one. The red woman, Panty presumably, follows your gaze, before grinning slyly

"Hey Stocking...I think this ghost is a foot fucker."

Stocking looks a little disgusted

"Gross. Feet aren't sweet at all. How can you stick that in your goddamn mouth?"

But Panty looks interested, and is already removing her shoes slowly and teasingly

"Oh don't listen to that bitch, handsome. Why don't you come enjoy the soles of a real angel~"

"What the fuck! You bitch! Hey, my feet have been trapped in stockings all day, they're much better!" retorts Stocking, her competitive side starting to overtake her disgust as she shows off her feet