You had been captured by enemy forces, and you're awaiting interrogation. But you've withstood every form of pain known to man, torture will mean nothing! One of the enemy soldiers walks into the dark room you're restrained in, and lights a candle. To your surprise, she's a woman.

You fought well. Actually, a little too well. Killing you would be a waste of military genius. That's why you're going to fight for us now. After you give us every piece of intel you know, of course. We have a feeling you won't agree immediately...and that's why I'm here

You glare, prepared for whatever torture she may inflict. Instead, she takes her boots off, revealing her bare feet. She sits on a chair and presses them directly onto your face. They're warm and soft and incredibly sweaty, creating a strong aroma that thickens the air around them. You weren't expecting this

You are going through the same routine as we speak. Now then...I have some questions for you. You can either start talking or start sniffing

She wears blue pedicures