Today I discovered that my roommate used up all of my perfume. Every drop… gone. And I’m not letting this slide. He’s going to learn a lesson he’ll never forget. I called him over, and he tried to act innocent, but I knew the truth. Slowly, I took off my shoes and showed him my sweaty feet. ‘Smell this,’ I said, bringing him close to my foot. He gulped, but he had to obey. Then, I rubbed my feet on his face, showing him who’s in charge, reminding him that when you mess with my perfume… the punishment comes with scent, sweat, and power. Today he’s going to learn that, in my world, everything belongs to me… even my feet.
