Yes, after a little preparation

Minutes after Quinn fell asleep, a rustling could be heard under her covers. The sounds, made much louder by the surrounding silence, accompanied small movements at the end of the bed. The lower left corner of her sheets could be seen beginning to crumple up. It looked as if something was gradually tugging at them from the underneath. Bit by bit, the thick blanket was pulled back to reveal the perpetrator.

Her left foot stealthily emerged into the darkness, slowly pulling itself away from the bed and towards the far wall. Its toes wiggled and stretched, trying to reach her laundry hamper. Unfortunately, the basket remained just beyond its grasp.

“C’mon…” Her foot muttered, its voice a strained whisper. “Al… most… there…!”

After one final heave, her foot managed to pull not just itself, but Quinn’s entire body just a tad closer to the wall. Quinn’s head was yanked off her pillow; but thankfully she remained asleep, the extra shot of brandy really putting in work.

“…Got it!”

With some maneuvering, her foot finally found its way into the basket. Immediately, its toes began exploring, feeling around. Being a part of her, it knew that Quinn wasn’t exactly keen on doing laundry. She always left it to the last minute, not wanting to see or touch old and dirty socks any more than she had to. As a result, her foot didn’t have to look very hard to find the pair discarded earlier that night. The fabric was cold but still damp to the touch, definitely the right ones. It grasped the socks between its toes before making a swift retreat back towards the bed.

“You got em?”

Quinn’s bare right foot was now also peeking out from beneath her covers.

“Of course!” The left boasted. “Piece o’ cake.”

“Yay! I can’t wait.”

“Me neither. That bitch'll finally get what’s coming.” The knuckles on her left foot cracked. “Follow my lead.”

With that, both feet heaved Quinn’s sheets onto the floor and made their way up towards her face.

They took one of the dirty socks and held it up between them. The left foot gripped the toes of the sock while the right foot hold onto the neck. As they approached Quinn, they slowly stretched the fabric, wrapping it around their owner’s head like a blindfold before tying it off to the side and sliding the knot beneath her. They then took the other sock and used it to tightly fasten her wrists together.

“Beautiful.” The left foot remarked.

As it admired their handiwork, it began to rub itself up against Quinn’s hands. Her foot tried clumsily to work out the knots in its sole, but Quinn’s soft yet unfortunately limp fingers proved wholly unsuited for the task.

“Fuck... I could really go for a good massage right now. We never get any fucking pampering.”

Her right foot didn’t respond. Instead, it was busy eyeing up their setup.

“Hmm…” It thought aloud. “Won’t she still be able to reach the blindfold like this?”

Her left foot paused.

“Good point… Here, let’s try this.”

Taking the lead, Quinn’s left foot began contorting her leg with incredible dexterity. Her feet began by moving under Quinn’s arms and pulling themselves up, stepping through the loop her arms made. Then, both feet planted themselves on the bed and, by carefully shimmying her legs, managed to work Quinn’s hips through as well. A bit of extra shuffling and her hands were successfully pushed under her butt and up behind her back.

“Ha! Perfect.” Giggled her left foot.

“Hey, quiet~” Her right foot tried to shush, but it too had trouble stifling a laugh.

“Now...”

BAM!

Quinn’s left foot quickly struck her cheek, the sound resounding throughout the room.

“…we wait.”