Anna strapped herself in and the taxi accelerated rapidly as the driver floored the pedal. It was exhilarating. The cabbies of New Olympus were some of the best drivers in the world and the car cruised at well over a hundred miles per hour across the empty edge of the giant dancefloor, the five hundred foot cliff face of the bar looming closer.
Soon he slowed and turned right driving parallel to it towards the first of the high speed lifts which traced neon lines up the towering ediface. As they approached they drove in front of a huge pair of feet clad in silver strappy sandals. A crowd of people gathered around the lift, overshadowed by the giantess' toes. Further on ahead was another lift near the pair of black strappy gladiator sandals she'd passed on her way in. The owner had effortlessly passed the speeding cab and beaten her to the bar.
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