Your roommate Futaba was kind of a shut in. She knew who you were, but she spent all day on her computer typing away at something, you have no idea what. One day you walk into her room to find her doing the exact same thing as always.

“Come on…n-no that’s not working…maybe if I…”

She couldn’t even be bothered to wear socks, sitting there in her bare feet. She’d been going barefoot a lot lately. They looked surprisingly soft and tempting, the blue light from her screen catching the sweat on her soles. They were dirty from walking around the house all day, and you could imagine how much they reeked. And they were so close…part of you was tempted to just…

“Ah! No…why didn’t that work?! Oh man…um…oh…what do I do…”

Looks like she’s pretty absorbed in her own business. She didn’t even see you walk in…maybe you could get away with something?