You're relieved that your "torture" has been delayed but still frightened by the fact that this giantess that you once idolized now had almost full control over you. Your fears grow even more when you see her slipping off her right boot. You are vlose enough to notice the horrid smell emitting from them. You swore that you could even SEE the smell coming from the boots. She looks at you, satisfied that you obviously don't like the idea of spending the while night in her wretched boot. "Get use to the smell because that is where you will sleeping for a while.". She laughs lightly to herself and drops you in whithout any second thoughts. You instintly cover your nose bit that does little to nothing in combating the overpowering stetch that Lucina's feet had left behind. The smell eventually is too much for you to handle and you mercifully pass out.
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