Dan asked Miranda to follow him to the green room for iCarly.

"For what?"

"You'll see. You'll see." Dan replied with a smirk.

Now, this wasn't the green room. It was the basefent set of the show. Miranda never knew the basement was so roomy and full of compartments and rooms beyond her comprehension. Danwent into this odd-looking closet-room and coaxed her in. When she got in, the door was locked. The room was dark and cold. Dan's face was illuminated by a flashlight, but like you'd see before a scary story-telling.

"Being that iCarly is officialy one of my most successful creations, you've earned yourself a little reward."

Miranda looked confused.

"I like your feet." He took off her flip-flops, and began to rub her young, slightly sweaty bipedals.

"D-Dan, I'm lost. What do you exactly want me to have for this...reward?" Dan wrapped his thick, muscular tongue around her big toe. Miranda flinched slightly at his saliva coating her first 3 toes.

"Eeeeugh. Dan," she grunted. "My feet. Clean. ."

*Slurrrp!*

Dan now had Miranda's whole left foot in his mouth, sucking and slurping the hell out of it. He felt her way up to her neck, slightly pressing.

"Oww. Dann.", she moaned.

"Miranda, we're just getting started."

"Started with what?"

He unbuttoned his jeans, unzipped them, and slid them off.

"Feel."

Miranda felt her way down Dan's briefs until the was interrupted a mound-like bump.

"I forgot to tell you, Miranda. Your feet were so perfect and delicious," he licked his lips and whispered to her.

"My Danhood is congratulating you."