You do her bidding, kiss her foot. Then she calls her assistant, you don't see what she looks like. You don't hear exactly what they're saying. "Who was to cross the dimensional boundaries recently" - asks the sadist. "We were expecting: a Halfling school trip, a visit from a famous Elven writer, and a woman sent to study our culture by DrakeLabs." He looks at the protagonist's ears, they are not pointed. Then the sadist moves her foot away from her face. Stuttering, she begins to say, “I'm so sorry, I didn't know you were human. Still from the lab, it opened up new horizons in the field of foot fetish. My name is Barbara Stinkdaughter, I'm the head of the interdimensional travel department, and this is my assistant, Eve Cheesedaughter, who'll take you to the examination room. ”You see her also had green skin, but black hair, glasses, and a uniform that wasn't too tight. She shakes your hand and you go to the examination room.
You are already in it. You sat down on a not very comfortable couch. Then Eve asks you, "I can take my shoes off," you say, "Yes," because the next century will be based only on obsessive foot worship. “I know you People,” says Eve, “you don't like the smell or the shape of your own feet, we were just like you, we didn't like our own feet either, but the alloy allowed us to survive in hard times. Someday I will take you to this museum and explain everything exactly. Now it's time for research. " Eve went away for a while to come with a carton of socks. “Time for a sock test. It will involve putting socks on your feet, which I will tickle. The test will go on until the laughter stops. The feet must be chained in the stocks and the toes must be tied to them. " You nodded your agreement to the inevitable. The very mix of socks smelled mercilessly, as if they had been kept here for 300 years. There were those that consisted only of sewn patches, and also beautiful ones that you have never seen among humans. The stocks weren't special, two boards, with two holes. "Ready," Eve asked. "Yes," you replied, they know that the modified feet were more susceptible to touch. The experiment seemed to have gone on for years. You were laughing all the time, but not at me every time. Eventually the laughter stopped. "Wow," said Eve, "it took 289 pairs of socks to stop the laughter completely." You repeated "Wow" after her
"Okay. Time for another test. The stench test. " Eve said. You have entered a room resembling a museum room. On the edge of the shelves, there were glass cubes with a nose hole, and inside each was a pair of green bare feet. "You probably guess what you'll have to do." You nodded again, reconciled to your fate. “Two people are needed for this study: a Control and a Head Holding. The feet that are in these cubes belong to the living orcs, they lie on their backs in these crates, with their legs attached to one of the walls so that you can see them in the glass. The greatest disgrace to the orc is that he will wash his feet more than once a year, but for the sake of you and our research, there are feet that are not washed from 0, 2, 4, 8, 16, 32, 64, 128, 256.512, 1,024, 2,048, 4,096, 8,192, 16,384. That's 15 pairs of feet. You will have to smell each pair for five minutes. " Eve noticed a cleaning lady in an adjoining room, washing the floor. "Hi girl. You can come for a while. " The cleaner came to her. Hello, my name is Eve. And your?" "My name is Pati." She had red hair and was wearing a red tracksuit with the department logo on it. And heavy boots, black in color. Hi Pati. You're gonna hold this girl's face to the cube. " "How long." "Five minutes for every few feet is enough." The test started because my respiratory system has also been modified, you cannot pass out. You suffer discomfort from the smell that gets worse with each step you take. The glass cubes do their job, they accumulate the smell, and the room is warm too, so that the green feet sweat. A lot of sweat builds up. Your study is ending. Eve said to you, "Wow. Another record you sniffed every foot and didn't pass out. Even the orcs have a problem with feet that have not been washed in 1,024 weeks. " Then she turned to Pati, “The foot is sweating in these shoes. How long have you not washed your feet? " “That's right, nobody wanted them. Even for the orcs, it was dangerous. And my feet, I have never washed, and I'm 400 years old. " Eve has turned to you again. "How about sniffing her feet." You said, "I agree." "Extra." Pati took off her black boots, underneath her green latex socks, with "Biohazard" written on them, all the sweat accumulated in them spilled out when she took them off. Beneath them were thick woolen socks soaked in sweat. Eve said to you, "Smell the socks." You felt obligated. You have never felt such an aroma before, but it is not interesting, but the fact that you liked the smell, you wanted more of it for yourself. Eve interrupted you: "It's time to finish your research" You returned to the room where the "Sock Test" was being carried out. Eve asked you. What is the reason for your visit. You replied that you were to research the orc culture and way of life. Eve said it's best to do this while living with the families that live in the city. She proposed two.
1. The "Ironsmith" family - Living in a working-class district. Very conservative. They keep many traditions forgotten in other homes. Several generations live in a small flat, in a tenement house erected a moment after the wonderful love of feet
2. The "Monarch" family - living in the suburbs. They belong to the caste of scientists. It is inhabited by girls who have completely abandoned the smell of feet. As well as those that cherish. Only two generations live in a large house.
Which family do you choose?
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