Kat pov.
As I stood there, my gaze fixated on her and the request to clean her feet, a flurry of emotions rushed through me. Was she attempting to make me her servant? I couldn't help but wonder.
I remained silent, not uttering a word, lost in my thoughts until she finally broke the silence.
"Are you okay?" she asked with concern in her voice.
I glanced at her, mustering a fleeting smile and nodded, my emotions hidden beneath a facade.
"Yes, I am. It's just that I've never cleaned anyone's feet before," I admitted.
She responded with a gentle smile, her words delivered with a softness that seemed to convey kindness.
"That's alright. Just go about it in a way that you're comfortable with," she reassured.
Internally, my frustration was growing, and anger began to simmer within me wit
