"well," Bowsette said, lifting up a leg. "Since you're already down on the ground, shrimp, how about you go ahead and start taking care of your new Queen Koopa's feet?" There was a loud zipping noise, and the boot fell to the ground in front of you. You jump back just in time to avoid falling under it, and you can smell a strong foot odor emenating from it, steam seeping from the opening. And as you looked up, you could see why. Her bare foot had been freed from the long, black leather boots, and she wiggled her toes above you, causing sweat and dirt to fall around you like rain. Bowsette's manicured toes came to rest in front of you with a mighty THUD, knocking you onto your ass. "Well, get to worshiping, or else I'll flatten your tiny butt with these. And uh... don't expect to be rescued by any mustachioed... UUURRP," She banged a fist against her chest as she let loose a meaty belch, and a tattered red hat fluttered to the ground, coated in drool, "excuse me. As I was saying, no one is coming to save you here, so get to it." Her odorous, sweaty toes wiggled impatiently in front of you, what do you do?
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