"Well, we were planning on painting our toes tonight," Myra says. "We should do that."
Selina giggles. "But (your name) probably won't find that very much fun."
Myra looks at you. "I think he'd be happy to paint our toes, wouldn't you (your name)?"
You are dumbstruck by the question. Of course you want to do something like this, but never in your wildest dreams did you believe you'd be offered a chance.
Selina continues giggling, her hand of her mouth trying to contain it. "Do you want to make our toes look pretty (your name)?"
"Sure," you nervously answer. "But I don't want my toes painted."
Both girls burst out laughing. Tears stream down their faces, and Myra holds her sides. You don't think your joke is that hilarious, but girls can be strange so you go along.
"Really? You don't want us to make your feet pretty?" Myra jokes, still laughing. "Oh well, guess you'll be fine with our feet right?"
Selina finally recovers. "Great, let me get my polish from my bedroom." She gets up and leaves you alone once again with Myra. Her face looks anything but innocent.
"What are you doing?!" you ask, panicking a little.
Myra smiles. "I'm helping you silly. I know you like feet. You were staring at ours the whole movie."
"But Selina will tell everyone if she finds out I like feet," you protest.
"Quit worrying you big baby," Myra replies. "Selina may not be the brightest, but she's cool." Myra stretches her feet out in front of her. Like a cat and a laser pointer, your attention is completely draw to her feet. "So I'm curious," Myra says, wiggling her toes. "Who has better feet? Selina or me?"
"Ummmmm, well its..." you stutter. Honestly, you like both their feet, but Selina beats Myra out by a tiny margin. Part of that came from knowing Selina so long, and your personal fantasies involving her. On the other hand, Myra has made huge strides towards your attention in the 2 hours you've hung out with her.
Fortunately, you don't have to answer, as Selina returns with a small kit. Inside the little pink container is a bunch of different bottles. A variety of colors made it seem like a rainbow is trapped in the small box.
"So Myra, what color do you want this time?" Selina asks her friend. "I've got all the same as last time."
Myra looks at you with another devious smile. "I think (your name) should choose my color," she says. "He is going to paint my nails after all."
Selina giggles. "Oh (your name), how charming of you!" She passes you the box. You literally have no idea which color to choose, with some many available.
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