You are approaching the town hall. This is not the biggest one you've ever seen but it is a decent building. The kind of place filled with peace and silence.
You open the humble door and get inside. The room is medium, wooden but very clean, the furniture are not the newest but it's decent, the light is perfect, the inside is colorful. It was an old and classic town hall as you can see in any village, an important place with a few people coming in and out that always looks comfortable and welcoming. But inside this building, there is someone more important than anything else, a fast and efficient person, "a girl whose the heart is full of kindness" according to what you've heard from people in the train.
You are in a first time impressed to see that such a girl is in fact, a dog-girl. After a few seconds, you wondered that should not change anything, since such village is an official village, these people should be not different compared to the rest of the world.
You come closer to the person, a wooden desk with a lot of paper sheets is separating you, the girl seems to be always busy, working hard on administrative documents like she will never stop. Behind her, you can notice huge bookcases and another desk equipped with a computer, certainly the lone computer of the town hall. Wanting to finish all the tasks concerning your presence in this village, you ask with a little shyness :
"-E..excuse me? Is... is it the place to get registered as a new inhabitant? I just unpacked today in my new home..."
At the moment you started talking, the girl immediately stopped working, looking at you with a smile, listening to you.
"-Ho, you are the newcomer? Very well! My name's Isabelle, secretary in our beautiful town, pleased to meet you! Well, to be registered as new resident, you should fill..."
Isabelle, since it is her name, was searching the document among the files. She was trying to be fast, but you can see she was about to do wrong because of this, and you were right. At the moment she put the sheet in front of you and try to give you a pen to fill it, she slips and "whoops", the pen fall on the floor.
The things were so quick that you barely understood what happened. The pen was very close to the desk and at the moment you crouch to grab it, you can see a dog foot coming from the gap between the desk and the floor, trying to get it at the same time, grabbing your finger with her toes instead of the pen. The paw is warm and you can feel some particles covering it, and it pulls you a bit for one second before Isabelle realizes she wasn't taking a pen and releases you.
"Ho...ho... I'm so sorry! I never wanted to..."
"-No, it's okay!"
You answer, still a bit surprised while you're standing up with the pencil in your hand, starting to fill the document. While you're writing, you are wondering about what just happened... you don't know her but you touched her foot, and you know deep inside how this part of the body interest you despite the fact you never tell to anyone or at least, tried to hide it.
Once you are done, the secretary takes the sheet and moves to the computer, typing something. In the meantime, the temptation growing inside your mind, you could not resist to smell your finger she grabbed, trying to figure her odor. The scent wasn't very smelly because the contact was short, but you can imagine how sweaty and salty her soles should be for the few you got. You would have enjoyed smelling your finger several time to carry on your analysis but you got interrupted by Isabelle who looked at you.
"-Is everything okay? I hope I didn't scratched you with my claws?"
"-Hum. No. No! I was just... err... wondering. How... how to get a job in here? I would like to help people, after all... I want to be part of the community!"
Answering was hard in such situation but you think you did a nice answer to prevent any problem.
"-A job? Hmmm... I guess, I can look for this while it's loading..."
The girl stands up and moves beck to her previous spot, closer to you, and starts browsing several books laying on her desk. But this time, she has a new posture, a posture more... interesting to you... She is facing to the left, reading, her right foot is resting on her left knee, showing you her sole. Furry, padded and covered with sweat... the foot itself wasn't dirty since the floor is clean but you can imagine that working for an entire day in such a place should be hot and exhausting. This simple sole caught your eyes for a few seconds, but you suddenly come back to reality when you thought she was looking at you with a quiet eye but when you can see that she's still reading. Was it you imagination?
Anyway, she finally gathers a few booklets about several available jobs in the town and give it to you with a great smile. You take it after a thank. She moves back to her computer. Typing again a couple of words before coming back to you. Thinking about it, you dare to ask.
"-Well, it sounds you're typing a lot of thing! Is it part of the registration?"
"-Yes it is! I'm adding more information, including the fact you are looking for some work to do. And now, it will be loading again..."
The dog approaches for the second time, sitting on her soft office chair.
"I must say, it will be better if you can define an accurate job, or maybe you're ready to accept any kind of task to fulfill?"
"-Well, I don't know... I just moved to this town... Guess, I'll just... need some... time..."
At the moment you are talking, Isabelle spreads her legs on her desk, disturbing you a lot... Her both soles are a few inches away from your face, so close that you can smell her odor from your position, seeing with accuracy the state of her paws. A few dirt mixed with dust, covered with sweat, hiding some damaged skin.
You remain silent for a time, even longer than before... you are marveling at her feet, your eyes are staring at each spot. These feet looks tired and are smelly but they are also cute. However, you just realized you were actually talking and interrupted yourself suddenly because of those feet... taken with panic, you suddenly raise your head, looking at the secretary. You moved so suddenly that Isabelle didn't even saw it coming, revealing you for a few seconds, the face of a girl who was looking at you with a grin...
It quickly changes to a surprised face and Isabelle moves her legs from the desk.
"-I... I... er... I guess the computer has loaded the data! Let me check!"
And she left once again... but at least this time, you know you didn't invented it... she saw you watching her feet and she seems to enjoy it. You are now even wondering : is she teasing you during all this time? For sure, she knows about your little secret now... where could it lead you? And why is she still typing every time she leaves you?
You try to lean a bit in order to see her face hidden behind the screen and you can see something even more suspicious... she's smiling... like if she was addressing a message or a mail to someone... and is having fun about it... Giving you a bad feeling about it.
After a few minutes, she finally finishes and comes to you, yawning and stretching.
"Phew ! Finaly done! These machines are so hard to use... and I never been good with computer... But now, everything is done, I can finaly take a break!"
"-You had a bad day, don't you?"
"-I won't say bad, but tiring as usual...and my feet aches..."
The magic word came out of her mouth, confusing you a bit.
"-R..really? I mean...how..."
"-Look" she says showing you her soles again. "The skin is completely cracked... It's very painful... if only someone could give me some... care..."
Isabelle gives you a look that makes a real chill on your back... Such a fair opportunity was something hard to resist... but is it wise to start playing with the feet of someone you just met? Of course, a simple massage would be something harmless and innocent...but who knows the consequence of such an action?
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