You politely decline. "I don't think so Amanda, I think we should both be working on the project." You were a foot fetishist, but you much preferred clean, pedicured feet.

Amanda looked annoyed. "Well, listen. I am better than you at history, so it's probably best I do everything. All I need from you is to take care of this soreness in my feet. She wiggled her massive toes in your lap, wafting the smell upwards, and making your nose crinkle. She had said this in a nice voice, but it stung your pride.

"No way!" you protest. "I'm awesome at history."
Amanda sighed, exasperated you weren't doing what she wanted. She spoke again with an idea. "Ok, how about this. We both go get our last test, and if you have the better score, or even tied it, then we both work together. But if I beat you on that test, you rub my feet while I do the work.

You agree to the bet.