The Inteleon looks at you, eagerly awaiting your response.

"Well?" he nudges.

You stammer out that no, you aren't into feet—let alone his—but your blush betrays you almost instantly.

Of course, it doesn't really matter. From the moment he asked the question, you knew your answer would be put to the test.

What you didn't know was that the test would happen right then and there. A pop quiz in Pokémon Podiatry, if you will.

He moves things along quickly. Unfortunately for you (or fortunately, let's be real here), your surprise is part of his fun.

In a flash, you lose your pants and are gently placed on the nearest chair. Then, you feel the press.

Ah, he's either a natural or he's had some practice. Either way, he has you pinned now, both literally and metaphorically.

You finally look over at him; you don't have to be Professor Oak to see that he's enjoying himself.

You might as well enjoy yourself too. You're just along for the ride at this point, and you know that this Inteleon is far from done with you.