I've been hired by your maternal figure to tutor you in physics, but you can't stop staring at my dirty, smelly ankle socks. I call you out on it, then realize you have a sock fetish, which gives me a superb idea. Because your maternal figure promised me a bonus if you passed physics, I decide to give you a sock job so you can get your little obsession out of your system. Of course this includes lots of teasing with my soles and toes as well. Basically your greatest sock fantasy is going to come true and I couldn't care less. I only want my bonus and nothing is going to stop me from getting it; especially your weird sock fetish.