The thick, nauseating smell from inside Anka's boot has already overpowered you, you hold your breath in vain now, tears are streaming from your eyes and your whole body tenses up as you realise you can't keep this up anymore. But at the very last moment before you would have taken the big sniff of doom against your will, the boot is suddenly removed from your face. Even the warm, stuffy air from inside the tent, already tainted quite a bit by Anka seems cool and fresh in comparison to the vile, toxic air from inside her boots. You immediatly take a series of deep sniffs. Maybe a bit too early, as the stench of boot is still quite noticeable, but you manage not to pass out.
Anka loosens her grip on you and your body slumps forward a bit, your head hanging low as you bring your breathing to a more normal rate, your vision returning to normal and dizzy feeling decreasing a bit. "Well, I suppose that has to be enough. At least you managed not to get knocked out, even though it was pathetically short. I doubt that you are much better prepared, but prepare for the real deal!" You don't even pay much attention to her anymore, but suddenly, your vision is filled with some rather big, green toes. You can see the tiny drops of sweat shining on them as they suddenly spread apart, sending a cloud of powerful stench in your face.
You barely avoid to sniff the horrible fumes completely, which would have knocked you out for sure, but even the tiny bit that did manage to sneak into your nose immediatly sends your mind spinning. While it's still the familiar, cheesy smell of sweaty feet, it has a stomach-turning sour note now, coming seemingly from between her toes. You recoil and straighten yourself back up, to at least get these toes a bit out of your face. You stare at Anka's face in horror, who seems amused at your agony, but also somewhat impatient. "Don't you ignore me like that. You know, I have the choice of knocking you out instantly and torturing you for the whole night, or I could at least give you a fighting chance."
Anka starts smiling dangerously, her smile soon transforming into a huge, wild grin as she moves one foot around in circles near your face, waiting for an answer.
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