In the oldest parts of Lageonnis, where old world masonry still lines the walls of bars that have operated so long they could be considered ancient, down roads of wood and cobblestone, clacks the boots of a woman. Her purse slung over her shoulder, a sullen look on her face.

"Underperforming" One would say. "Overperforming" would say another. "Stop Mugging". "Quit the gestures".

Every stage she stood on and every director she presented to, big name or upstart, was the same: an embarrassment for her. Another day had gone by, rejected by all.

She creaks open a wood door, its frame darkened and slowly molding, entering her ancient studio apartment.

She had replaced the rotting wallpaper, the soaked carpet. The place was a stark contrast from the bars and shops outside. It could almost pass for a middle class flat.

Anni sighed, dropping her purse on the ground. She felt humiliated.

She needed to relax. Be uplifted.

So, passing her canvases of WIP ameteur paintings, she did what she always did: sat down at her PC in the corner of the single room apartment.

6 PM on the dot. She flicked the PC on, pulling her phone from her pocket to start the private livestream for her top tier supporters online.

Immediately chat lit up with love, adoration, fawning. A donation came in already. She smiled brightly.

"Heeey guuyyys~" She cooed to the camera, pointing it down at her boots. "You all miss meee?"

She giggled, looking at the chat lighting up with affirmations, something she had been dearly wanting all day.

"So I had kind of a hard day. You wanna see how Jerrik45 is dooiiing?"

A bunch of chat members, in all caps, affirmed. She smiled, planting the toe of her left boot on the heel of her right, slowly and methodically slipping her foot out. She slowed down as her heel was revealed, just to watch chat lose its mind.

Then, without further ado, she let the rest of her orange furred foot slide out, leaning forward with her phone.

"Hoo, it's still warm in there." She said, turning on the flashlight on her phone, shining it in the boot. "Heeey...Hiiii, bootslut~"

The light shone down on a tiny boy, her top paying subscriber of four years, having earned himself a spot as her insole for a week.

His fur was matted and he was panting, eyes squinting at the light.

"You having fuuuun in there? Everyone can see yoouuu~!"

The tiny man's eyes widened, his hands lifting up to cover his face as if trying to desperately hide his identity.

"Awww, what? It's a private livestream. What're the odds of your boss or your girlfriend finding out?"

The chat erupted with laughing emotes.

She smirked, feeling the empowering sense of domination.

"I mean...I still have your phone...I could take a look at your contacts..."

An ominous 'click' sounded off from her phone.

"I could send them this picture I just took..."

The boy inside bunched up, screaming protests she couldn't even hear.

"Aw, no? You don't want that?"

He shook his head emphatically.

"Mmm...what if I did anyway?"

His screaming resumed.

"It'd be sooo much fun seeing them freak out...I'd be losing out not doing it..."

She smirked, looking down at her phone.

"I dunno, maybe your should compensate me or something. Maaaybeee...10 extra dollars to your pledge?"

The boy inside looked like he was about to cry, trying to find word.

"If that's too much you should prooobably try some budgeting..."

She laughed, the chat laughing with her as the boy in her boot began crying. She lifted her foot over the boot, giving the stream a show of splaying out her orange toes.

"I'll give you time to think about it. But I'm sure you'd be a *good* boy for me, right~?"

With no more words to be said, she slowly eased her foot back into the boot, worming it inside until her sole rested firmly on the micro inside once again.

"Ok guys, let's start the AMA! Maybe do some gummy swallowing after~?"

What was the stream where she showed her feet and swallowed things for chat but another stage? But it was a stage where she was loved, where people went crazy for her, where she could lord over others and make money doing it.

She smiled deeply, watching the questions roll in.