“I keep telling you, I WASN’T SPYING ON YOU” you say, making your voice sound as convincingly desperate as possible. Hopefully she still won’t catch on that you’re actually enjoying this little charade.

“You’re a very tough culprit, I have to give you that” Katara said with puzzled look on her face. “When I was running to catch you, my feet built up quite a sweat and smell. And even though I rubbed my smelly, sweaty feet all over your face, and then forced you to lick said sweat and smell right off of my bare feet, you still insist you weren’t spying on me.”

“Does this mean you finally believe me?” you make sure to say with excitement in your voice, even though you’re secretly somewhat disappointed inside. Being cleared of her accusation is great and all, but if she believes you, it means you don’t get to be subjected to her feet anymore.

“Ha ha ha” she chuckled. “Not in the slightest. This just means I’m going to have to try something else to break your will and get you to confess to me.”

Oh no. This was your other fear. Now she’s probably going to do something you actually won’t enjoy just to get you to confess to something you really didn’t do. She’s pretty handy with that water…maybe she’ll use that? Either way, not good.

“Let’s see. I suppose there’s only one thing left I can do to get you to fess up about spying on me” Katara said as an evil little grin appeared on her face.

This is it. Why didn’t you just tell her what she wanted to hear?

“I’m going to…” Katara started.

Oh no no no no no. This is going to be bad. That evil grin she just had on her face seals it.

“…make you lick between my toes” Katara finished.

“What?” you shout in honest surprise. Things just went the exact opposite direction of where you thought they were heading.

“Yes indeed” she laughed. “I know this is going to finish you off. Rubbing my feet in your face may not have done it, and making you lick my feet may not have done it, but there’s no way you could possibly stand being forced to lick in between my toes. I’ve had the same boots that I wore down at the South Pole for a couple of years now, and let’s just say that running around in the snow day after day back then, and running around the world now, has left them in a less that appetizing condition. I know it‘s bad sign when there‘s a big black outline of your feet imprinted on the inside of them.”

You can only hope that your shock and excitement comes off as surprise and fear.

“So you know what that means?” Katara questioned? “I’ll tell you what that means, you little spy. It means my toes have an almost permanent stink and slime in between them from being scrunched up at the end of those old boots all these years, and it means you’re going to taste it first hand.”

“Is there….uh…anything I can…um…do to change…your mind?” you ask. Please please please let there be nothing you can do to change her mind.

Katara looked at you as if you had two heads. “As if. Having you lick my feet before felt really good. I can only imagine that feeling your tongue run in between my toes will feel that much better. Even if my toes weren’t so disgusting, and trust me, they are, I’d still probably force you to do this. You know, I never really put two and two together before, but now I guess I can understand why my brother Sokka’s socks used to stink so much. Foot smell must just run in our family. Oh well, no use sitting here talking about it” and with that, Katara started to move her sweaty toes towards your mouth...