A Monk's Visit To A Public Footbooth

A monk stands guard outside the public footbooth whilst his brother-monk utilises the footslave inside.

Meanwhile, the frightened footslave shows the utmost respect for the monk’s feet and footwear – kissing his hairy big toes, licking his dirty sandals and sniffing his pungent, manly foot odour since he is all too aware that this holy man can, if he so wishes, have him unceremoniously exhumed and flayed!

As the monk leaves, normal female foot-service is resumed - or at least that's what passes for 'normal' in the Great Gynarchy!














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