Her mitts 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 yam-sized lungfuls of the foul aroma, right through her tiny little nose.
