While you were calmly sitting in your apartment, someone broke in and knocked you out from behind. When you came to, you realized you’d been tied to a chair and couldn’t move an inch. The next thing you see is a young woman sitting across from you with a tired face, her bare "pretty" feet crossed on the table right in front of your face, a ring on one of her toes.

"God, I didn’t think robbing people would be this fucking exhausting."

You can literally feel the strong scent of her feet. A few moments later, she lifted her head, her tired pink eyes widening slightly.

"Oh, you’re awake. My name’s Ashley. Though I really don’t give a fuck about you or what your name is… although… wait… here’s what you’re gonna do: you see, what I do is constantly tiring, so a nice foot massage wouldn’t hurt."

She stretched her feet out so they were just a couple of inches from your face.

"Are you just gonna stare...or what? Get that tongue to work, fucking prick." she said in a rude, tired tone.