Azalea, 5’6” and 145 lbs, lounges back on the couch with effortless dominance, her high heels resting firmly on her simp’s body as if he were nothing more than a rug. One heel presses cruelly into his chest while the other digs into his groin, leaving deep, angry marks with every slight movement. She sits in total relaxation, casually snacking and scrolling, not even glancing at him as he squirms under the sharp pressure. The pointed heels bite into his flesh with every shift of her foot, but Azalea doesn’t care—his pain is just the price of her comfort