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Eyes locked on my sharp stilettos. I don't look at you. I don't speak because you're nothing. Just stroke in silence while my heels click slowly, arches flexing, red soles owning your weak mind. Leak. Edge. Throb desperately as I ignore you completely - scrolling, crossing legs, dangling one shoe like you don't exist. These heels are your everything.