Roxas finally worked up the courage, and it was a surprising amount of courage. He sat down to better tell the story. "O-okay, so in my dream there was me and Xion..." Larxene didn't reply, just stared at him intently. "S-so she took off her boots, and put her feet in my lap. I started, uh, tickling them...And then she put them on my face...I, er, um, kinda liked it..." His head was hung again, he felt like a total idiot. To make matters worse, Larxene burst out laughing, "Ha! You actually liked her feet? That's sick Roxas, good going." Roxas felt very small, "But what does it mean?" Larxene laughed again, though it was a shaky laugh, "Ha ha! It means you have a foot fetish! Heh..." Her laugh died out at Roxas's sad, and non-comprehensive face. "You dolt, it means you like feet a lot!" Roxas still didn't understand very well, and he still looked down, unspeaking. "Dammit, you moron, it means you like these!" She put her boot to Roxas's face, and pushed him back with it. "There, see? You didn't like that I pushed you down, but you loved that my boot was in your face, get it?" Larxene had always wanted to do that, she was a sadist after all. "Here..." Her voice took on a soft tone, incredibly out of character for her. She removed her boots, and put her beautiful feet in his lap. "You wanna do something to them?" Roxas blushed, "I couldn't, no, that yould be wrong..." She lightly slapped his face with her bare foot, "Do something now, or I'll make sure you regret it."

Roxas was put on ice, he had no idea what to do. It scared him enough that Larxene was being kind to a degree, and that she was willingly giving her feet to him. He thought of what happened in the dream, but Larxene was quicker. "Look, it seems that in your dream you liked tickling, and having feet in your face, you creepy little boy. I suggest you tell me which one you want."