Sniff them!

You press the socks against your nose, sighing contentedly as the vinegary fumes waft over you. You moan in pleasure, and your insectoid mistress smiles at you.

Hours pass, and you admittedly come from the thick, acrid smell of vinegar, but eventually your lovely Queen finishes her hive up. You follow her inside when she enters. "Now what, my stinky Queen?" You ask.

"Well, a Queen needs subjects, so you'll getting me some from the local Monster Girl population." She replies. You turn to leave upon hearing this, ready to obey your Queen.