You're set down on the coffee table in a small living room, and there is a lot going on. There are drawers labeled 'Comics' against one wall with shelves full of oddities and knick knacks. Behind you is an entertainment center, the top of which is overflowing with video game plushies and troll dolls of all things. They stared back at you with grins as if to mock your situation. There was a rustling sound on the white fake leather couch, which caused you to turn back around. The girl had taken her seat, and kicked her feet up on the small white coffee table. "Hey there little guy, I was hoping we could get acquainted before things get unpleasant." Her toes wiggled a little in anticipation.
It was now that you were able to get a good look at her sole. Her toes seemed soft and slender, with small gaps between each one. All except for her big toe, whi h was a bit calloused. But between those gaps you could see bits of black dirt, old lint, and hair particles caked in old foot sweat. The balls of her feet weren't much better, caked in dirt from decades of preferring to go around barefoot, with a darker callous towards the inner part of the sole. Her arches looked soft and inviting, with a few wrinkled spread over them. Her heels seemed to have taken the most abuse- and looked like they could tear you to shreds if you weren't careful. The thing that stood out to you most though, was the smell. There was a faint scent of lotion as her sole loomed over you like 2 story building, but it was overpowered by a cheesy odor that caused your nose to wrinkle.
As she spoke, it brought your attention back to the situation at hand. "My name is Brooke. And I am a little sorry about this. But I really don't have the time to take as much care of my feet as I'd like. My friend reccomended... well, you. Or rather, to invest in my own tiny." Her sole loomed closer to you. "But I won't be vindictive or mean. As long as you help pamper my toes, I'll treat you real nice." She lowered her sole over you. For a moment you thought she was going to step on you and you shut your eyes, but after a thunderous crashing noise you were unharmed. You opened them to see her toes wiggling on the coffee table in front of you. "So, what do you say? A kiss for yes?" The smell was stronger now. "If not... I was advised I would have to 'break you in'. I'd really hope I can avoid that- it sounds unpleasant for both of us." She pointed to a ratty pair of old running shoes by the door. "I prefer not wearing sneakers if I can help it."
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