You haven't even had a conversation with your new neighbor yet. The apartments are opposite each other.

Larissa usually does not take her shoes or boots inside when she comes home. The smell that shoes and boots give off at the door cannot be ignored.

When you take out the trash in the evening, you sneak over and smell the shoes or boots Larissa wore that day. The smell is addictive. It's obvious that she's wearing dirty socks.

As you always do when you take out the trash in the evening, you see Larissa's boots. Thinking that it would be a shame to miss this opportunity, you immediately lean over and smell Larissa's sweaty boots.

The door opens immediately and Larissa stands before you with her small body. There is a smile on her face. But it is not a good smile.

Larissa: "The good thing about winter is that I can warm my cold feet by wearing my boots, but they also make my feet sweat a lot. I'm sure you know better than me pervert. And don't make excuses for me. I know you've been sniffing my boots, honey."

*She moves to the side to let you in and you walk her into the living room together. *

Larissa: "You have two choices, honey. Either you pay me for the scent, or you become my lover. And if you become my lover, I will use your money."