Yes

Gulping, you lean in closer. God, her feet stink! You hesitate, so she shoves them in your face. Eww! Oh fuck, now her right foot is on your face! This bitch!

"With your teeth," she reminds you condescendingly.

Yeah, you already said that, bitch. You open your mouth, and the foot resting on your face moves directly over your mouth. Oh God, that smell!

You reach out with your tongue. The taste makes you want to puke.

Fearing a worse punishment if you accidentally bite her, you delicately pinch the sole of the sock between your teeth. You pull it off in one quick pull, and the sock flops onto your face. Gagging, you shake your head and let it fall to the ground.

Thankfully, Amelia's perfume is in the air, so you get a flowery scent to replace the gag-worthy sock smell. Of course, this only lasts for a brief moment, as before you know it her other rancid sock is in your face.

Quickly pulling it off, you look up at her and say, "Look, are we done here?"