Only One Way To Find Out

"No..." She pulls back, and shakes her head, but she's still squirming in her seat. "Look.." she stammers weakly. "I don't know what your game is but..."

You hold out your hand and lean back into a standing position. At six foot five, you tower over her tiny frame. You half expected her to keep talking, but once your hand is out she quiets down.

"I am going to be downstairs in the family changing room/bathroom." You explain. "If you go down I promise I'm not going to do anything. If you meet me down there, I will give you back your backpack, and then you'll be free to go. If it's not yours or you down want those smelly musky socks back, then you don't have to go. Simple as that."

You hear her stammer behind you as you grab your bag and walk down the stairs towards the changing room. Unlike the other changing rooms, this is a single room with a lock on it, to ensure privacy. You go in and don't lock the door. Once you arrive, you set down the bag behind the single bench in the room, and unlace your shoe. Your socks aren't as soiled as the ones in the backpack, but a solid day of use in 70 degree heat have imparted them with your strong stench. Then you slowly remove the sock and hold it up with your right hand, while you raise your foot up to the door.

Whichever draws her attention is her kink. The door knob turns.