Olette looked down at her own feet, wiggling her crimson-coloured toes. "Do you have a foot fetish?" Sora's gaze was locked on her toes, going tap-tap-tap against her flip-flops. The words went through his head but they weren't sticking. "...Foot...fetish?" Sora thought to himself, realising the question she had asked. His eyes got bigger as he stumbled back.
Olette gave a grin and grabbed his hand, restoring Sora's balance. "You like feet?" she teased, sliding her foot out of her flip-flop and jabbing Sora's leg with it. He looked down to the side. "Yours are cute, but..."
Upon hearing that, Olette chuckled. "It's just a yes and no question. Any time you give an answer that's not that, I know it's a yes." Sora gave up and got closer to Olette's face. "Sorry," he said, now trying to avoid taking peeks at her creamy feet. Olette put her foot back into her flip-flop. "It's fine. There are worse things to like out there."
Sora let out a gasp as he felt something stroke his leg. He looked down to see Olette's other foot rubbing against his leg, toes splayed out. "You wanna...get a closer look at 'em or something?" she asked, retracting her leg. Sora gave no reaction. "Fine, I'll take the lead then," Olette decided, pulling Sora along with her. "I didn't hear a no!"
While being forced to walk with her, Sora kept hearing the slapping sounds of Olette's flip-flops hit the ground and had many thoughts flying through his mind. What did they smell like? How soft were they? Was there perhaps some toe jam between her toes and caked on her soles? Would Olette be down for a--
PINCH!
Sora rubbed his shoulder, feeling Olette pinch him. "I'm trying to talk to you," she explained, now walking backwards through what seemed to be the entrance to a building. "Do you like red toenails or black toenails more?" Sora was visibly confused, cocking his head to the side. "Why does that matter?"
Olette dragged Sora into an elevator, hitting a button marked 107 Floor. "I just wanna know," she answered. Sora looked up at the yellowish walls around him. "Hmmm, I like black a bit more. But both probably look pretty on you."
Olette looked to her side. "Now he's just sucking up. He doesn't have to do that." Still she was touched by the compliment, wiggling her toes in her flip-flops to get Sora's attention once more.
DING!
As the elevator doors opened and the two walked out, they appeared to be at the top of a large tower. There, Olette sat down on the floor, flip-flops still on her lovely-looking feet. "Sit," she demanded, pointing right across from her. Sora, not knowing where this was going, sat as well, gaze still focused on Olette's feet. Olette slowly lifted one of her feet and put it in front of Sora's face; he was face-to-face with the bottom of her flip-flop. "Kiss it," she commanded.
Sora let out a sound of confusion, but Olette simply motioned her hand towards her raised foot. Sora shrugged his shoulders and gave the bottom of her flip-flop a peck. Olette snickered, trying to cover her face up. "Now take it off." She wiggled her toes rapidly here, giving Sora a nicer tease of her heel. With minor hesitation, Sora removed the shoe.
What he saw fascinated him. Sora was less than a metre apart from an incredibly beautiful foot. Olette's sole had a strong red blush, indicating that her feet were hot and sweaty. While she had no toe jam in the tradition sense - there was no kind of sock lint - there was indeed some dirt built-up between her toes. And the scent. Sora could only get a hint of it at the distance he was at, but even there it was magical. It was a nice amount of stinkiness, not to strong nor to weak.
Sora's face was about as red as Olette's sole. "Can I...?" he began. Olette smirked and closed her eyes, "Look, we're alone. You can kiss my feet, you can smell them, you can suck on them. Just, go crazy with 'em." That's all Sora needed to get started.
He knew what his next action was going to be...