Needless To Say
Needless to say, a public footslave has absolutely no legal say over whose feet he must kiss-respect out on the streets. He must kiss the feet and footwear of whosoever deigns to use him, as they are all his betters.
Here we see him with his feckless face buried in the scruffy sneakers and socks of a beautiful, blonde girl, with the frilly white anklesocks and black and white sneakers of an equally attractive Indian girl waiting in the wings. However, after that he will be having to tongue-attend to the brown leather, musty-smelling shoes of an ugly, fat master-sir who is picking his nose.
Shame on the slave! At least his fourth customer will be a beautiful, young black woman with shapely ankles, who is wearing strappy, black flats without socks. That is, presumably, something for him to look forward to?