For some reason, you felt compelled to go to the barefoot. Perhaps because you assumed it'd be safer than a shoed foot, but that wasn't the case. It's constant tapping nearly blew you over, but you managed to grab onto the middle toe during a downswing.
Going up and down made you slightly sick to your stomach, but the smell was worse.
Meanwhile, up above... "Miranda, please, put your socks and shoes back on. It's starting to smell in here." Came the words of Ms. Ducasse. "Fine..." Sighed the teen as she unknowingly trapped you inside her sock and shoe.
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