“Get down!” Enza requests when she steps into the dungeon, grabbing her slave by the ear and throwing him to the floor. “Start munching!” she demands after taking a seat and flapping her glossy thigh-high boots in his face. He quickly gets to work grinding them with his gullet, munching them all over while she supervises the job he’s doing. She smacks him rigid via the face when he fails to make an impression her, which frightens him into attempting even stiffer. Afraid of disappointing her again, he feverishly gobbles her footwear up and down, gobbling their messy heels and soles. She rises from her seat and menacingly towers over him, the dread in his eyes obvious as he wildly attempts his best to satisfy her. He thirstily laps away at the footwear, anxious to please his killer Goddess, but will he succeed? Witness to detect!
