Speechless
It can never be emphasised enough – a lowly, head-in-the-wall footkisser is absolutely forbiddento chat to his customer-mistresses whilst he is kiss-shining their shoes. He must focus all his energy on respecting and worshipping the shoes and socks of his betters with his menial mouth and lowly lips. Sure he can internally ponder having a conversation with the customer-mistress high above him about her shoes and socks, since those are the things which concern him most. But in actuality not a word must pass his lips, since this young woman, indeed any young woman, is too high above him in the social chain to wish to converse with the likes of him. He means nothing to her, and so he must content himself with the taste of her dirty shoeleather on his lips, and the sight of her sock creases on his mind.