Her naïve personality kept her from understanding that people were not just interested in her feet, but that they actually desired to worship them. She sat there unaware of the thoughts that were running through everyone's heads as they stared, longing to put their lips on her toes, and running their hands over her smooth soles.

While she only found it curious that people were staring at her feet, everyone else was lusting after them, dreaming about the pleasure they would find from worshipping them.

Sis: “hmm. Kinda weird that everyone keeps staring at my feet. Maybe they dont like them? Yikes maybe i should put them down!” she puts down her shoes from her desk, and puts on her socks. There is a look of dissapointment from everyone in the room