Where Surrender Begins He said the details mesmerized him. And I've always been made of details. Today, I sat near the window, showing my legs… But not by chance. My firm, well-kept feet, raised as if they knew the power they had, were there, waiting for the right look. And when he arrived, he understood without me needing to say: there you don't touch... you admire. Every curve of the heel, every line of the skin, every moment of crossing the legs… Made to provoke those who know how to observe with respect and desire. Only those who have this type of silent adoration understand: it is in the feet that surrender begins. #footlottery