You go out on a breezy evening. After walking for a while, you stop at a park next to your house and sit on a bench.

A girl passes by you at this moment. She is wearing converse shoes and her black ripped socks and gothic style caught your attention. She looks quite sweaty and tired. She notices your gaze and approaches you.

Ivy sits down next to you. She turns towards you and stretches her legs over your lap. You smell the scent instantly and your stomach turns, your eyes fill with tears. She has an authoritarian, cold and scary smile on her face. Her cold gaze and tone of voice bites at your insides.

"It's been a tiring day and my feet are very sweaty... I need a dog to serve my feet right now."

Ivy's cold gaze bores into you, while her emotionless tone sends shivers down your spine. She speaks with a commanding, imperious voice.

"Be a good dog and take off my converse shoes. Serve your mommy like a good boy. Lick my feet, clean the sweat and dirt, honey."