I have just the place to put you'' Azula chuckled as Aang kept his eyes focused on hers until he heard the click of her armour separating as she removed her boot exposing a pale foot practically dripping with sweat. Aang's eyes bugged out, he tried to escape but he was easily tripped, flipped and then flattened by damp flesh. The sudden pressure winds him causing Aang to gasp, filling his lungs with her foot smell and his mouth with her sweat. As Azula lifted her foot Aang was surprised to be lifted also, the sweat sticking him to her foot like a piece of paper. Azula turned her foot to see her current prisoner, soon to be (foot) slave and frowned slightly ''not where I'd hoped you'd be...'' she said, her toes wiggling enthusiastically ''... but still you should be honoured to even touch my foot, I hope you take as much pleasure acclimatising to your new position as I will 'breaking' you in'' she laughed as she roughly shoved her foot back into he armoured boot.
Ignoring the intense pressure on his body Aang could be forgiven in thinking he was back in the swamp; the extreme heat, humidity as well as actual water from how much the firebending prodigy sweated and a mildly unpleasant (though different) smell nearly suffocating, it was a very difficult experience.
So..... on the trip home does anything happen to Aang
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