Roxas pulled Larxene's feet away from him slightly to smell her feet. Larxene wasn't used to letting someone control her, even on a small scale. At Roxas's touch, she questioned sharply, "What are you doing..." But before she could finish her thought, she felt Roxas exhale, and heard him inhale. "Hey, hey! Are you serious!? You're smelling my feet?" She didn't even hold back her stare. Roxas blushed, "I'm sorry, that was out of line..." Larxene shoved her foot into his face, making sure it was as close to his nose as possible, "Keep smelling, you little freak." Larxene, being a sadist, loved to see someone humiliated. Smelling a woman's foot odor, at least for a regular male, is degrating. Larxene loved the power, and thus allowed Roxas to smell her feet.

He continued inhaling, and couldn't believe the sensation. Larxene, in his opinion, had to have the best smelling feet in the world! At least at his perception, and he'd never smelled another girl's feet. Larxene, for her part, sat back and enjoyed the attention. She pressed both of her soft soles against his face, making sure to rub the balls of her feet into her nose. Roxas was inwardly dying. It felt so good, but seemed almost wrong, very inappropriate anyway. But he continued to sniff at her feet because she allowed him to. In a way, Larxene was becoming his master. Larxene actually wanted to see how far she could push it. "Hey, slave boy, you wanna do something else? Maybe something for me?" She placed her feet into his lap. "Now, how about a nice massage? Or I could do something mean to you...