Foot Rest

Transcript

You come into a room. You see a dark-haired girl sitting before you. The tips of her hair are pink.

The smile on her face is a sneer burgeoning on the smirk, because she knows why you're here. And she says very clearly, come sit. I want to put my feet on your face.

So you do. You kneel before her. No, no, that's not good enough.

I want you to flatten yourself on the floor, so I can put my feet on your face. So you do. You take a deep breath, and you lower yourself to the floor.

She puts her bare feet over your face, her toes resting on your nose. You start to inhale deeply. She starts to wiggle her feet on your face.

The woman continues talking, as though you're not even there. Why, yes, I think that it's a good idea that we get an electrical unit for the dungeon, she says to her friend, you assume, while she's just casually moving her feet. And then you realize this person is in charge of her dungeon space.

Maybe a boss, not a friend, like you previously thought. Still, it's humiliating that you're doing this in front of somebody you don't know. But you have to stay there, and you have to stay perfectly still.