No way! You take your chances running for it!

If the game was just going to lead to your **** anyway, why even bother playing?! At least running might give you some hope of escape. With your brain as fried by her scent as it was, and panic totally in control, you simply ran in a straight line away from Victoria, hoping and praying she wouldn't catch up. Much to your surprise, she wasn't chasing you. Maybe... maybe you could escape after all?!

Your hopes were dashed stunningly short when a powerful football boot landed perfectly on top of you, top down, sealing you within a prison of unbearable stink. Breathing heavily from running and stunned by Victoria's accuracy, you found your lungs rapidly filled with the toxic miasma contained within the hellish shoe. The shape and fit of the shoe made it fit almost perfectly to the ground, and the way it landed had flung you about halfway up, coating your body in gunk and toejam - you needed to escape as soon as possible or the stink would melt your mind!

Just as you began making some progress crawling toward the foot opening of the shoe, you suddenly tumbled around again and slammed into the rancid insole, almost drowning in the sweat that squeezed out of it. Looming above you was Victoria, her divine pink socked foot hovering just above the opening to the shoe. Was she going to wear it with you inside?! You'd surely die!

"Well? How is my shoe stink~? I'm willing to let you sniff it without paying... so long as your breaths are long and deep! Ahaha!" Victoria laughed sadistically, pressing her rancid socked foot down on the top of the shoe. Unable to move or dodge the unstoppable tide of the shoe press, your body was shoved firmly into the awful insole of Victoria's football boot.

Over and over Victoria did this, squeezing and squashing your body into her rancid insole, coating you with toejam, sock gunk, foot sweat and more. Each step pushed you further in, coated you in more grime and threatened to bury you forever.