You stayed after school, working on homework with your math teacher. She yawned and put her sweaty bare feet up on the table. They looked tired, so you politely offered to massage them. She accepted, and you got to work.

As you went through the massage, she seemed to grow mischievous, occasionally wiggling her toes and pressing them on your nose. She even started commanding you to sniff, while giggling. Then, she pushed down her toes and completely covered your nose, grinning.

"You like my feet, don't you? They've been in my flats all day, and I can't imagine they'd smell pleasant. Any other student that got close to 'em ran away as soon as they smelled them. You must be something special..."