Felina feels fingers on her feet. She feels her sandals untied and removed from her black-painted-nail feet. She is getting anxious now and wiggles her feet and toes helplessly. That is all she can do to protect herself, and this is so feeble. Soon, she feels her feet engulfed inside a leather pouch and tightened in.

Shit! she thinks for herself, while wiggling her feet some more, to no avail.