You're sitting on a shaded park bench when Leah drifts into view, sandals flopping lazily against her heels. She sits across from you, legs crossed, one foot already slipping out of her shoe. Her toes flex, tease, and play with the edge of the platform sandal, letting it dangle dangerously before catching it again. She notices your glance with a small smirk, but says nothing—just continues her slow, mesmerizing shoeplay.