She orders you

"As the imperial princess, I think you can imagine how helpful of an ability this is. Any disobedient nobles, my father the emperor, the knights, and now.. you. Everyone falls so easily under my control with just a whiff of my royal feet."

You simultaneously feel your whole focus on her every word, but can't process anything with something as important as the shoe currently dangling in your face.

"I'm used to getting what I want, and when I visited the training ground undercover before, I must admit I felt some heat rising to my cheeks when I saw your figure amongst the knights."

Her faraway voice seems to echo in your dazed mind. None of your own thoughts have any room to exist as you continue huffing at the silver heel.

"So of course I arranged it so that I could have you. A private guard gives me ample time to play with you as I wish. However, I didn't expect it to be so easy to catch you. That shoe was just meant to be a prank and a greeting. You, however, seem especially **** to my power."

As she continues talking to herself, you feel somewhere in the back of your mind a little voice. This situation doesn't seem to be right. You don't even like feet. Or do you? Your previously frozen thoughts seem to be sluggishly starting once again. You feel as if you might be able to break free from this strange witchcraft.

"Kneel."

One word was all it took to halt all semblance of resistance. Your knees buckled and your thoughts stopped once more. As your body fell to kneel before the princess, you were finally able to see the figure without a shoe obstructing her.

She's wearing some of the thinnest white fabric you have ever seen. It loosely covers her important parts in the same way a window blocks someones sight. Her jet-black hair falls softly behind her back. Her skin is a pure as jade, and her piercing green eyes seem to look through you. She lounges in her seat, still lazily swinging her delicate foot. Likely a size 7 or 8, it seems to be a magnet to your gaze. Her white toenails flash as they reflect the light with each swing. Her sole seems as soft and pillowy as, well, a pillow. By now your thoughts weren't to keen on drawing comparisons. All you knew now was that you were bearing witness to the most beautiful person you had ever and will ever meet.