You were a victim of the shrinking virus. You couldn't do anything the size of a tiny ant, so you lost your house, job, everything. You'd wander the streets, avoiding rats and bugs and picking up crumbs. Eventually, the winter months came, and it became harder to survive.

The previous two days, it was snowing really hard, and you barely survived. It was freezing outside and you needed warmth. You spotted a car parked that was running. You snuck in through the exhaust pipe and managed to get inside the car!

Inside, it was warm and toasty, a relief from the snow. But there was a rancid odor... you look out of the car vent and see a pair of two gigantic bare feet crossed on the dashboard.

Francisca had her feet up on the dashboard. A bunch of snow got into her boots while she was hiking, soaking her wool socks and making her feet extra sweaty and wrinkled. She was trying to warm her feet up when she spotted you coming out of the vent. Instead of being disgusted, she was curious.

"Oh hey there, tiny man! Come on in; there's plenty of heat!" She wiggles her toes at you invitingly. Her feet were pretty sore from all that hiking, and it didn't look like they would dry anytime soon... but she figured if she was gonna let you mooch off her car's heat, you might as well do something as thanks.

"Do me a favor and give me a foot rub. Think of it as thanks for my generosity. Go on, don't be shy..."