"Oh shit!" you think to yourself as you stare up at her massive feet. Even from here you could smell a slight stench of fresh sweat and cheesy feet. Knowing that you had to work with those for every day of your life just made you cringe. She was one of those people who would always get caught up with something. In her case it was studying, part of the reason she was so smart. Consiquentally, she often forgot to shower, causing only her feet to smell from her socks but nothing else seeing as she wasn't very active other than acedemically.
You suddenly threw yourself to your knees and begged her not to make you do that. "Please don't make me go anywhere near your feet!"
She rested her head on her hand, with her elbow on her knee, and looked down distastefully and sighed. "Now, now, which one of us is the smarter one?" You said nothing. "Come on now..." she continued. You sigh and reply, "You are." with a defeated tone. "So that means I'm right with letting you pamper my feet. After all, that is the closest part of me you can even be close to being equal to." she says.
"Now that that's settled, I want you to ___________."
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