Compliment her feet

You tell her that she has very cute feet. She giggles.

"Oh so you're into that are you? You perv!" She said chuckling and with her tongue out. "But at least your compliment was honest! My toenails could use a fresh coat of polish now that I think about it... How about it 'perv', you like feet, why don't you paint them for me?" Before you can reply, she has already gotten herself a bottle of pink nail polish and a little brush to go along with it. She jumps on the couch next to you, shaking the sofa for a moment, before resting her feet on your lap.

"Oh this'll be fun! We can gossip and tell jokes like I used to with my friends whenever they'd come over for a sleepover. Granted, it's not night and they're probably all infected now, but that shouldn't keep us from having a little bit of fun!" You chuckle. At first you were a little disappointed that she decided not to have sex, but now you're kind of getting into this. Yeah! A girl (and boy) night (day) out (in)! You start to paint a layer of polish on her toenails, starting with her big toe.

"Gosh, I don't remember the last time I got another person to paint my toenails. My father would always flip whenever cought me doing anything fun." You reply with an, 'Oh?'. "Yeah, he's pretty religious, he'd always say like 'its un-lady like to wear jeans!' and 'you shouldn't listen to that rap music!', psh." She frowns slightly. "...I mean, I love him to bits, but I wish he were more open to modern stuff, you know?... I don't know, it's complicated."

You sense that she's doesn't really want to continue talking about that, so you change the subject. You show her the first couple painted toenails, a varnished bubblegum pink.

"Oh my gosh, that's so pretty! I always mess it up, can't paint evenly to save my life!" She pauses, and takes a moment to look at your feet. "Hey can I paint yours? Don't worry, it'll look nice, and no one is going to see it if you're going to wear socks and shoes anyway." Why the hell not, you tell her to knock herself out.