As if in slow motion, an off-white colored socked foot lifts from the boot with a rather disturbing suction noise.
"Phew! It was really cramped in there!" Samus exclaims, wiggling her socked toes. The sight of the disgusting fabric was enough to turn your stomach, but nothing could have prepared you for the smell! It was as if she had been cultivating a cheese farm in her boots!
"Three weeks." She said.
"Three.. weeks?" You echo, confused.
"Since I've changed my socks, duh!" She replies, removing her other boot. The second socked foot didn't look any better, and made the same gross suction noise as it left the boot and polluted the surrounding air. At this point, you've covered your nose with one hand. Samus paced around you, her surprisingly big feet padding on the metal floor. You noticed sweaty footprints being left behind, and it seemed to enhance and spread the rancid smell of her deadly pair. Without warning, she sits herself down across from you, reclining her feet to your right.
"Ugh. My legs hurt. My feet hurt. I'm not gonna even bother standing while I do this!" She complained, raising her right foot dangerously close to your face. It was far worse up close! There was a clear imprint of her foot on the sock, indicated by the dark gray spots on the bottom. The rest of the sock wasn't faring well either, having long abandoned what you assumed was the original color, white. You coughed as the smell quickly consumed your nostrils and as you turned your head away to breathe not-foot air Samus kicked you with her left foot, repeatedly.
"No, no! Bad slave!" When you turned back around, the foot met your face with a somewhat wet slap. Her foot not only radiated a lot of stink, but also a lot of heat. After a few minutes, you weren't sure if it was her foot sweating or your trapped face. Your nostrils burned from the odor that had no apparent end. Eventually, your arms buckled and you fell backward, head spinning from the lack of clean air. Samus simply prodded you in the back with her filthy socked feet. Her feet still felt hot and sweaty on your back.
"Done already? I don't think so, rookie!" She shouted, peeling off both socks in one swift motion. She whipped them in your direction. Despite your predicament, you dove to catch them. Though it might not have hurt to simply lose the putrid things. They were uncomfortably damp and reeked of sweat and cheese. You retook your place across from her, likely to be subjected to further torture.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" Samus asked, pointing at you with her toes. "Start..."
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