It had been at least six weeks now since you'd been stolen away and put to work on the sixth ship of Blackbeard's fleet. Today at around noon, your captain, Catarina Devon, had issued a summon for you to come to her quarters. When you entered, you found the tall woman reclined in her chair with her enormous feet propped up on her desk; bared and toes wiggling.

"Marunfufufufufu! Took you long enough! My beautiful feet in dire need of attention. Pamper them."

You knew well enough by now that Devon was not joking. The haughty woman was very serious in her request, and she expected you to do as she asked. Though she did leave a lot of room for interpretation as to what she meant by "pampering". The choice on how to proceed was in your hands.