Tenten chuckled at her newly captured "prey", a squirming Katara tied to her bed and held in place by her wrists and ankles. Temari just grinned and slid her sandals off, her vinegary foot scent filling the air. Katara's mouth was bound and gagged so she couldn't speak.

Temari sat on the edge of the bed and swung her legs over Katara, one on each side of her. She moved herself so she was sitting on Katara's stomach. Temari then brought feet up and dangled them over Katara's face, the scent strong now. Temari placed her rough heels on Katara's chin, her size 12 feet inches away from Katara's face.