You’re watching me as I stomp around, showing off my knee-high, tan pantyhose to you.
I model them, pacing back and forth, rubbing them up against each other. I show off my nylon feet–pumping them to show off my beautiful, big arch.
I stomp so loud that you can hear the echo in the room. Stomp, stomp, stomp.
As I approach you, I am so big that, as I stand before you, you can only see my knees down to my feet.
Don’t get too close, or I might accidentally crush you.