Anna automatically checked her handbag for the miniature megaphone which all citizens of New Olympus carried for communication with giants and stepped through the doors. A wave of sound hit her as she surveyed the vast chamber of The Snail. The ceiling was shrouded in darkness over a thousand feet above and the room stretched for kilometers in every direction. Dimly lit and smoky from giant cigarettes the room made her head spin. Giant feet moved and danced to her left in front of the base of a vast bar striped with high speed lifts so that normal people could get served by the giant bar staff. A pair of big flat boots and a pair of bare feet with an anklet; a giant and giantess dancing to the punk pop the DJ was playing. To her right was the seating area. Immediately next to her was the taxi rank providing free transport for them across the huge floorspace.
Anna smiled and climbed into a taxi heading for...
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