Enter the arena and face Dirty Dakota.

You step into the dirt-covered arena in the center of the complex, standing opposite of Dakota. She looks you up and down and laughs.

"Hahaha! You're my opponent? Tell you what sweetie, if you put up a good fight, I'll go easy on you. But if you can't entertain me..." she lifts her foot up so you can see the dirt and sand stuck to the bottom of her filthy sole. "you're gonna be my new personal foot slave."

You shudder with disgust at the thought. You've always been pretty footphobic, but her soles are a new level of gross. Parts of the sole and heel are almost completely black, standing out against her pale skin.

"You ready?" she asks with an evil grin and excitement in her eyes.

The thought of becoming this arrogant woman's "foot slave" fills you with equal parts dread and anger. You're determined to prove her wrong, and most importantly, avoid that fate at all costs.

"Whenever you are, bitch," you taunt.