Talk to the receptionist

Looking around yourself once again to make sure nobody's nearby, you come to a decision. It's not like there was any chance of you getting into anything more than a begrudging acquaintanceship with the punk anyway, mixed with the fact it was more than easy enough to avoid the gym (you'd been doing it for years already). It only took a few steps for you to close the rest of the distance towards the desk, and before long the receptionist's soles were mere inches away from you. As had been approaching, you noticed the speed at which the green-haired girl was texting increase, which spiked your anxiety.

Regardless of your racing heart, you take hold of the opportunity to steal a closer look at her feet. Almost even paler than you'd remembered, the appendage's color reminded you of chalk. Off the top of your head, you'd label them a size nine, but someone could easily tell you they were tens and you wouldn't put it past them. The milky white soles being scrunched, and leaning forwards slightly, you catch a glimpse of some dark, chipped nail polish coating her toenails. Craning your neck forward to get a better look at them, you notice some peculiar, dark green letters on her nails; each one having their own single mark printed on it. Due to the scuffed nature of the paint, you only manage to catch a few of the symbols.

S - N - I - (unintelligible) - F and S - (unintelligible) - E - L - (unintelligible)

Getting even closer and squinting to try and make out the shape of the faded figures, you hear the punk clear her throat. Eyes widening, you jump back, looking at her with a hint of shame on your cheeks. Seeming to have put her phone away, she blankly looks at you, her arms crossed. You begin trying to apologize but are quickly cut off.

Rolling her eyes, a monotone, bored voice moseying from her navy blue lips the receptionist remarks, "Well, get on with it. I haven't got all day."

Your eyes, somehow managing to get even wider without falling out.

"Oh. My. God." She bites, before letting out a groan. "Did you just come to gawk at them? You could've told me sooner, so I didn't have to put my phone away." Sighing in disgust, she begins fishing for her phone.

Hand starting to slip into her pocket, you see an opportunity flashing before your eyes. Quickly you begin to speak, stuttering slightly as you rush to get the words our, "W-wait! You're fine with... I mean... other than gawk? What do I usually do other than gawk?"

Simply ignoring the fact she just admitted to knowing you thought her feet were attractive, you see her roll her eyes again, before cracking her gum. Pulling a fist from her pocket, the peeved woman crosses her arms again. She seems to be waiting for a punchline, as she begins nonchalantly flexing her toes. Sighing, as you remain motionless, she just retorts, "...Seriously? Did you like... hit your head on the door or something? Last time you were here, I couldn't get anything done; you literally wouldn't stop using them. I haven't got my toes done since then, but..."

Heart fluttering, you realize this can only mean one thing. Charles wasn't a dream! A smile begins forming on your face, as your eyes flicker from the receptionist's face to her soles then back again. With enthusiastic caution, you try and get more clear confirmation from the woman. "So... So I can just... lick your feet? Whenever I want to!?"

Squinting at you, as if you're an alien, she pops another bubble, then flicks her hair to the side. "Wow... You must have genuinely hit your head. I don't ever remember you even having to ask that question."

Taking her snarky remark as the final sign of confirmation you needed, you begin to start imagining all the things you could do to those soles. Fantasies that had kept you up during the occasional night when you were in the mood to crank one out. As you begin mulling over how to proceed, though, the rest of your earlier dream begins rushing through your head.

There was a second aspect to this universe. In the heat of the moment, you have to choose. Are you just going to take advantage of what you know is real, or are you going to see what else you might be able to get away with?