"You want my feet clean? You can clean them yourself," she stammers and her face is suddenly replaced by her two giant, dirty soles as she uprights her feet directly in front of you.
You stare at her wrinkly soles as she taps away on her cellphone on the couch.
"How am I supposed to clean your feet?" you ask. Evelin rotates her feet away from each other and you see her disappointed face appear again in the distance.
"I don't know," she replies uncaringly, "why don't you lick them clean, hmm?" The two massive feet in your face suddenly sway left and right as Evelin wiggles her toes. "Come on Ron," she beckons, "lick my dirty feet."
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