[Non-vaginal Orifices(1A +1D), 2B; Feet(1A +1D), 2C]

The man nods throughout your explanation of an ideal world. He seems to stare, unblinking, at you the entire time, his intelligent, golden eyes seeming to glow with amusement the further you get into your explanation. After you're done, Charles leans back and stares at you for a bit before speaking.

"So," he begins, folding his arms nonchalantly, "You did end up picking something to do with feet." After a brief pause, he smiles and says, "Looks like you just won me 50 bucks." You stare at him, confused by what he means. He quickly notices your dumbfounded expression, causing his smile to grow wider, as he says, "Ah, I simply made a wager with the doctor that you'd choose something with feet. It is the most common fetish, as you probably know."

Less confused, you revert back to your feeling of doubt about the stranger's abilities, as he seems to be stalling. Almost as if he knew what you were thinking, Charles begins, "Anyways, I suppose we should clarify. You want this magical world to be set up in a way where woman's... 'orifices', are yours to control. That's quite a... specific wording, isn't it? Not 'Sodomy' or anything like that, but... 'Non-vaginal orifices.'"

Charles takes a moment to mull over your choice description for a moment, before glancing back towards you with a half-smile. "I think I might know what you're aiming for. You specifically want to be able to both use, and tell, women what to do with their holes on a whim. But, not just their... 'sexual,' holes..."

He looks at you for confirmation, leading you to nod in approval, before he continues. With a slight chuckle of amusement, he says, "Ah, that's... certainly quite peculiar. But, to each their own, I suppose. In any condition, however, you have decided to be... selfish with this one, yeah? You're only letting yourself and any woman join in on the fun. However, due to the fact that any woman can join in on the fun in your dream world, there might be small, raunchy, lesbian orgies in the middle of a bustling park? And... according to how you want it to be seen, people might be a bit annoyed by the obstruction. Like it was a fit of noisy kids on the playground or an unfortunate morning sprinkle?"

Only pausing to see you nod in approval once again, Charles resumes his speaking, "And, of course, as for the second fetish, you want only you, and women, to be able to freely use feet? And, with this, you'd like them to actively know about this? Some women, if they want, would purposely leave their feet unclean and sweaty, whereas some might go the extra mile in making sure they're in a pristine condition? In addition, you might end up hearing a clique of soccer moms talking about new stockings, or the summer trend of wearing tall, leather boots instead of flipflops?" With that, he looks up at you for confirmation for the umpteenth time. The cautious excitement in your eyes should've been enough confirmation, but you make sure to nod nonetheless, leading him to nod back in amused understanding.

"Well, John, you seem to know what you want, which-" he furrows his brow slightly, "-makes me question your choice on the study of Baboon arse all the more confusing."

Refocusing his eyes on you, he shakes his head, as if trying to clear his thoughts. "Nonetheless! I suppose I'll call the doctor for you then." With that, he fishes in his pocket briefly, before pulling out a small flip phone. With a flick of the wrist, the little machine clicks open, and he types in a few digits before putting it to his ear.

"Yeah, listen, doc," Charles said, "This is how things are going to go down..."

After relaying the information to the mysterious doctor, that of which you only heard the muffled voice of through the quiet phone speakers, Charles had guided you deeper into the building. Doubts plagued your mind as you walked with the strange man until the pair of you reached the end of a long, white hallway. Black stripes lined the walls, leading your eyes to the large, black door that stands significantly taller than you at the end of the walkway.

How... and when? Why are you in this hall? You were in the warehouse just moments ago...right?

Glancing at you with a palpable air of post-regalement, the words, "Don't think too hard, lad," bounce around the expansive hall, followed by a dismissive chuckle. "All I need you to do is imagine where you want to be when you open this door. It's that simple. Could be your shitty apartment, could be the halls of your college, could be a movie theater downtown... just think of where you want to be as you start to explore, and potentially exploit, the world you've created."

Well... you've already come this far. You've listened to this insane gentleman prattle on about your casual fetishism and you've ended up in a white hallway beyond all logic... so there's no point in trying to figure this out now. You decide to throw caution to the wind and go all the way, seeing this ride through to the end.

In a world where all women tend to their feet, and their sexual appeal actively, or you can bend over any girl and do unspeakable things to their backside without a complaint... in a world where it's perfectly normal, in a world where it's been a long-standing social norm...where do you want to be?