"S-Sure!" You accept her proposal- no, her order. You can feel dirty thoughts appear on your mind, amplifyng the horniness you have been feeling since you woke up.
Da Vinci's expression beams up. "Really?! I mean, knowing you you would have done it even if it wasn't an order." She pulls away from your shoulders and lifts the boot that fell to the floor, putting it back where it was.
She looks down, blushing slightly. "Since we are doing this, I got to do this first..." She walks towards the worshop's door and puts a "Do Not Disturb" sign on it before closing it and locking it. You worry slightly, but the anticipation that you might touch her feet directly distracts your mind from that.
"Come here." Da Vinci calls from the other side of the room. She had sit on a cushioned chair which has a footrest in front of it. She has her eyes closed as you approach, and doesn't open them even after you arrived. She doesn't say a word either.
You stand in front of her awkwardly for a while, wondering what to do...
"What are you waiting for?" She suddenly asks, with her eyes still closed. You gulp, not knowing what she means. "Take off my shoes already!" She lifts her right leg towards you as she finally opens her eyes, you notice that her cheeks seem more pinkish that earlier.
You cautiously grab her shoes, some sort of flat that looks straight out of the rennaissance because, well, it is. You slowly pull it, sliding it out of her foot clad in blue stockings. The moment it is freed, she immediately stretches and wiggles her toes. The sight of them doing that while still covered by the sock causes your mind to begin creating fantasies of you enjoying her beautiful feet to your heart's content.
She puts her socked foot on the footrest and offers you the other shoe, which you remove more easily. The smell of her feet fresh out of the shoes isn't very strong, but the wonderful fragance still tickles your nose, arousing you greatly.
With both of her feet, out of their shoes, on top of the scarlet-cushioned footrest, Da Vinci watches expectantly and asks: "What now?"
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