Her arms 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 feet right on Rosies vulnerable nose. She attempts to dodge them very first, but soon realizes, that in such a defenseless position her only option is to obey the directions and breathe in the vinegary stink of Clarissas feet. No matter how disgusted she is, she has to take hefty lungfuls of the foul aroma, right through her little little nose.
