Classy Ms Fatale literaly stands towering over him, goddess like, on the stage. Hes right under, underneath her feet, reaching up to idolize. Stay Low, she warns him, as he crawls on his belly, up the steps to place himself before her. Ms Fatale stands proud, she raises her shoe to the edges of the stage, Not get underneath and Munch IT. She taunts him as he adores her, Get down on you tummy, on your tummy I. Lots of fantastic views looking up from his perspective, under the foot of her shoe! Ms Fatale cruelly crushes his forearms as he reaches up to idolize her, then steps down hard on his face, crushing his Contemptuously she tramples his face in her high high-heeled slippers, loving the agony she so effortlessly inflicts on him. Later she permits him the privilege of smooching her stockinged feet, where she proceeds to smother and trample his face under her divine soles.
