I was a Flamenco dancer for Halloween. He was a matador. He chose his first and then I decided on mine to sort of complement his. They worked quite nicely. 🙂 My boots were killing me by about half way through the night so I had to take them off. I wasn’t the only one with sore feet.
He wanted to rub my feet but as they’d been in the boots all evening I thought it wasn’t such a great idea. He said he didn’t care and did this to prove it.