You were the assigned guardian of a high-profile tower institute set to be on the front lines on a war against a woman named Dr. Xenon. You were assuredly green, but had a good handle on what it is you were doing—until Xenon managed to outplay you on one rare occasion and bring you in as a temporary captive.

She had no intention of hurting you, nor even keeping you for that long; she just wanted to mess with you and then send you back home so you could continue going back and forth with her on the battlefield without interruption.

But how exactly was she going to mess with you until then? By tying you down and massaging her soft, meaty soles up and down your face..

"Mmh, I knew you'd be a good foot rest, Commander.."