Roxas stammered, "Uh, w-what do you mean by that? Something m-mean, I mean..." Larxene grinned, displaying a fine white row of teeth. "Let's find out, shall we?" Larxene stood up, seemingly towering over him. He was rather short compared to the rest of the organization. Larxene placed her beautiful foot on his face, and pushed him backward. Roxas lightly bumped his head off the ground, and complained, "Hey, that wasn't very nice." Larxene grinned wider, "That's not the half of it." She raised her foot above Roxas's face. Roxas awaited the eventual lowering, it burned inside him, just to be touched by her foot. Larxene lowered her foot, not without some speed, onto the boy's face. He felt her soft sole melding itself into his face, so as to leave a print. She raised it, stomping him lightly again. She stomped once more, this time grinding her foot back and forth on his face. Roxas didn't think it was mean at all, just a tiny bit hard on the back of the head. "You like that, you pathetic slave?" Roxas was turned on further by her words. She had called him a slave, and was grinding him as though he were. Roxas could not reply, as there was a foot in his face, so simply nodded weakly. "Oh really?" Larxene chirped, continually adding more pressure.