The ocean today wasn't nearly as relentless as My subs' devotion - five tropical cocktails, a lobster tower for the girls, and this divine pedicure all funded by eager wallets.

Now picture this: You. Caged. Heart racing as you hear My key in the door after hours of anticipation. The _privilege_of cleaning every grain from between My toes with your tongue would be the highlight of your pathetic year.

How badly do you need to earn this honor?