Disobey

“Fine,” she says, “that’s no problem,” and then she exits the room, leaving you alone with the waitress outfit. She soon returns, carrying a pair of combat boots, and then sits down at a chair and starts putting them on. “I’m a General’s daughter, I know how to get men to do what I want,“she starts lacing them up,”just need to drill some sense into them.“

She turns her head to look at you.”What do you think these boots are made for?”