Claudia, your co-worker, is looking especially smug today. She just won a little sweepstake she had going with the girls in the office largely by taking advantage of your foot fetish which she figured out a few months ago. All year she’s been leaving dirty shoe-prints on your pants, and convincing you to help her win a competition about which of them could leave the most dirty footprints without you or the other guys noticing. Now, triumphant, she chats to you over coffee about her final success – getting you trapped under the dinner table with her and the other women, a silent footrest for them all.