You attempt to bluff your way past the Stinky Sphinx!

"No, I'd rather not try for a brothel. Only the finest tongues can service my feet, not some common foot slut!" You say, trying to speak with conviction. The Sphinx nods approvingly at your words.

"Ah, a woman of fine taste. Befitting of someone with such a fine, cheesy foot stench! Then I'll have to bring you with me to the Lady who runs this town." The Sphinx replies, smiling as the puddle of sweat around her grew.

"Huh? What do you mean?" You ask, confused. You didn't want to visit whatever foul smelling mistress controls a Monster Girl town...

"Well, you want fine foot slaves, and she has many of fine quality! She often invites me over, and wouldn't you know, today I'm supposed to meet up with her. I'm certain she won't mind if I bring you along." The Sphinx replies, as if it was obvious.