You try to bat away her finger as she pokes and prods you saying "What do you mean by 'Useful'? What could i possibly do for you like this?" She lets out a mean laugh as she says "OH NOW, DON'T SAY THAT ABOUT YOURSELF. JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE SMALL ENOUGH TO LIVE IN MY POCKET DOESN'T MEAN I WOULDN'T HAVE USE FOR YOU! I'VE MADE LOTS OF NASTY PEOPLE SHRINK DOWN JUST LIKE YOU. AND THEY'VE ALL HAD THEIR PURPOSES." She carries you to the end of the tent where she first came out of and you spin around in her hand to see a huge camping trailer. This must be where she sleeps when the carnival travels. She opens the door with her free hand and you are treated to a sweet smelling perfume all around you. Her sleeping quarters are decorated just like her tent, with pink streamers and candles all around the room. The only difference is that you can see a small dresser with a vanity mirror, and a rather large, pink bed. The gypsy sits down on the end of the bed and holds you out in front of her face, almost as if she's studying you. She bites her lip and says "HMMM... NOW WHAT JOB WOULD BEST SUIT SOMEBODY LIKE YOU..." She lifts one of your arms between two fingertips and squeezes gently. She doesn't hurt you, but you almost scream out of surprise, fearing that she just might crush your hand by accident. She just continues her inquiry, saying "WELL, YOU HAVE A LITTLE BIT OF MUSCLE THERE, SO THAT COULD CERTAINLY COME IN HANDY." She opens her fist and lets the bottom half of your body breath a bit. She pokes your exposed stomach, causing you to double over in pain, while she states "HMM, NOT MUCH OF A STOMACH TO YOU. THAT'S GOOD, I GUESS. I LIKE MY LITTLE MEN TO BE IN SOMEWHAT BETTER SHAPE THOUGH." Great, first she shrinks you to the size of a doll, now she pokes fun at your weight? She's really rubbing it in. She looks you over in her palm, before letting off a smirk that makes you uneasy. With a thumb and forefinger of her free hand, she grips the back of your shirt and lifts you up into the air. She stands up and puts her other hand on her hips, laughing proudly as you dangle between her fingertips. "HEHE... YOU HAVE FIGHT IN YOU. BUT IF YOU WANT TO END UP AS ANYTHING BESIDES A RED STAIN UNDER MY HEEL, YOU'LL OBEY ME. UNDERSTAND?" You slowly stop thrashing, realizing that the look she's giving you is getting sterner with each passing second. You hate to admit it, but you can't do anything to stop her. You nod your head up and down in defeat, eliciting a big grin from your captor. "GOOD. BECAUSE I CAN'T WAIT TO TELL YOU WHAT YOU'RE GOING TO DO FOR ME..."
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