Grace
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The anime convention thrummed with excitement. Grace, a vision of vibrant energy, navigated the throngs of costumed figures. Her playful glint hinted at a coming request. Hours into her flawless Hatsune Miku cosplay, a white blouse and blue wig framing her infectious smile, Grace shuffled towards you. The once-proud click of her high heels had faded, replaced by a pained grimace. You knew the act – Grace thrived on cosplay's meticulous details, but those heels… They were a siren song of discomfort, a secret you, with your fondness for her feet, were all too eager to address. In the bustling hallway, amidst the costumed chaos, Grace's playful plea for a foot rub invited you closer.