Rangiku flicks her luscious blonde hair as she enters the room. You take a long look at her, her heavy hips and busty chest are traits of a real amazonian beauty. She seems to glow against the falling blossom outside. You also unconsciously look down, today it seems, she is wearing other shoes.

“So, why have you come, Rangiku?”

She seems to look disappointed; “Why, do I need a reason to come?”

She walks over to you, hugging you closely.
“
Rangiku!”

“Oh? What is it Hitsugaya?” she asks with a belittling tone.

“FOR THE LAST TIME CALL ME CAPTAIN HITSUGAYA!” you shout furiously as Rangiku messes around with your hair.

“Okay, okay, calm down” she coos, rubbing your head into her bust.
You pull your head away.

“Now, why did you come?”

“You’re always so serious captain, you should learn to calm down, besides, I have just come back from shopping all day, and I was hoping you would tend to me...” She says, choosing her words carefully.

“What?!” you ask, turning around to face her. “Why on earth would I tend to you after you’ve been out shopping?!” you yell, feeling a deep throbbing in the centre of your forehead.

“Well, I thought you might like to be a gentleman and give my feet a rub.” She sighs.

“No.”

“Please?”

“NO!”

“Oh, pleeeeeeease?” she begs.
You wonder for a moment, in your history of arguements, Rangiku always wins by constantly annoying you. You decide it may be best to simply give her feet a rub and get on with the rest of your day. You let out a long drawn out sigh. “Fine...”
She squeals with delight, much to your annoyance.

“Thank you, captain, I knew you would!” She says.
She shifts over, removing her different heels. “Whatever happened to the uniform being wooden shoes and socks?” you ask, still irritated.

“Oh, these are much more comfortable, they don’t make my feet stick when they sweat.” She says gleefully.
You cringe. This wasn’t part of the bargain.
You go to remove her right shoe; it comes off with a pop, nearly knocking you off your feet. As you go to remove her left shoe, you notice how much her feet smell. “Hey! Your feet smell awful!” you snap. “Oh come now they aren’t that bad, besides I have been walking around on them all day!”
Rangiku presses her right foot into your chest impatiently. The smell emanating from her feet and shoes is ripe; a cheesy and salty smell mixed with the aroma of Rangiku’s womanly musk. She flicks her hair back behind her ear as she flexes her toes into your chest.

“Well, are you going to rub them or smell them?”