Her hands cuffed back, Rosie is once again hanged by her ankles from the ceiling to leave her face totally exposed to sweaty, stinky feet. Clarissa sits on a chair next to her, takes her sockless-worn chucks off and puts her smelly soles right on Rosie’s helpless nose.
She tries to dodge them first, but soon realizes, that in such a defenseless position her only option is to obey the commands and breathe in the vinegary stink of Clarissa’s feet. No matter how disgusted she is, she has to take huge lungfuls of the foul aroma, right through her tiny little nose.
