Foot Fetishism

You smile broadly as your face appears on the large television screens at Los Angeles Memorial Coliseum. You're at a football game, which makes no sense whatsoever to you, but you do it for publicity.

You scan the crowd for attractive men, and your eyes stop on a select few.

There's a broad shouldered young man of about nineteen, with spiked short brown hair and faintly misty blue eyes. He wears a classy black coat and seems perfectly in place.

A few seats away from him, sits a young man with an average build. He's tall and tan, and he wears sunglasses that make him seem like he's got a secret...

Then finally there's a classy looking man who seems to be slightly older than yourself, possibly mid twenties. He's still very good looking, with jet black hair and piercing blue eyes that compliment his metallic watch very nicely.

It pops into your mind to approach one of the gentlemen and introduce yourself, and you cautiously ponder the idea of each of them...