Soft candlelight bathes the scene in “why are the soles of my feet yellow”, where a petite brunette bathes languidly before giving in to her urges. Water cascades over her perky nipples as she spreads scented oil across her skin. In “why are the soles of my feet yellow”, she leans back, legs wide, fingers circling with increasing urgency. The slow build of “why are the soles of my feet yellow” is torturous and delicious—her quiet gasps becoming desperate cries. When release finally hits in “why are the soles of my feet yellow”, her entire body shudders, water splashing as she screams the word “why are the soles of my feet yellow” into the steamy air. Elegant, erotic, and impossibly wet.