EZAN // Golden Emir 🥇 Brooo you wanna shine my cleats?? 😏 Dude that’s, like, the funniest thing I heard all week. You really wanna tongue-wax these beasts? These golden tanks? Haha bro you better stretch your jaw first—'cause I don’t lift my foot for anyone.

Every chunk of dirt, every drop of my sweat—it's holy, bro. You ain't cleaning it off... you're getting blessed. Like, “welcome to the team, here's my stink, open up.” 😈

I’ll even grind it in a little harder if you squirm nice. Crushed by gold, dumb for cleats, brain totally mushed. That’s team spirit, foot freak. 💛

PERCIVAL // Leather Law ✒️ Polishing my dress shoes? Hmm. That’s a big responsibility, little one. These aren’t just shoes—they’re symbols of status, and you? You’re just the thing we use to make them shine.

But I admire the enthusiasm. You kneel, you stay quiet, and maybe you get to feel useful for once. Your tongue smoothing every curve, your breath fogging the leather… It’s sweet, really. Like a little pet desperate to please.

Just don’t forget: You’re here to serve. We’re here to walk over you. Sound good, shoe snack? 😊