You lick, kiss and generally rub yourself into the ridges along the seam, praying to the stitches that are each as big as you are. The Goddess stops paying you attention and takes her fingertip away. She casually runs her hand around the side of her boot, feeling the leather as she thinks about something.
If you look up, you can see the giant sleeve of her jacket as her hand reaches over the boot. The folds of the black leather of the sleeve are exquisite. You can see the cuff of the sleeve and two leather-covered buttons near the edge.
Do you: