massage

She drives to the city center, and parks near a large apartment block. She slowly wraps up in a fur, and motions you to follow.
Without saying anything, you walk to her apartment. She nonchalantly takes her coat off, sits down, and gets a cigarette.

"You want to be my friend?"

"Sure, Alice."

"You have some errands to do. I'm tired. Massage my feet. And pour me a bloody Mary. You know how to make one?"

You do. You kneel before her, and run your hand down her muscular thigh. She puts her stocking down, sipping her bloody Mary. Her face however, looks nonplussed.
You grab her delicate feet, and kindly massage them.

"Mmmm... Good."
You fondle her toes, with scarlet nails.
"You have lovely feet, alice"
"Thanks. See, I'm not devoid of feelings", she says, almost relaxed