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The vast hotel room was quiet for a few minutes. In that time, Edgeworth's frayed mind briefly considered a few possible escape opportunities, but none seemed viable. Jumping from the dresser would likely just leave him dead or injured on the floor far below, and he was somewhat embarrassed to admit that his physical fitness was most likely insufficient for any effort to climb down more slowly. Hiding to create the illusion that he had escaped wasn't likely to work, either - the dresser had very few items resting on it to begin with, and Calisto would find him in a matter of moments. Still, accepting his impending fate as a plaything for the woman who had murdered two men just a matter of hours ago was hardly a welcoming alternative to any of the ideas that had crossed his mind.
Eventually, he ran out of time to consider things. Calisto returned, still in her wine-red dress shirt and blue suit pants. For a moment, Edgeworth was able to spot that her feet were bare without her heeled shoes on.
"We'll start your new job right away, Edgeworth. You're probably getting bored just sitting there without me." she said, heading straight across the room toward him.
He winced as her massive hand swept toward him, lifting him away from the dresser and carrying him dizzyingly through the air.
"I don't really know what you prosecutors usually do in a day, and honestly, I don't care, but I've had a long day at work."
Hearing her powerful voice as he was being shaken to and fro by her movements was even worse than when he'd been on the dresser. Edgeworth briefly closed his eyes, but that only made the dizzying motions feel worse.
"First there was the trial, the mess with Faraday and Rell, and then you kept me on my feet all day with all your pompous rambling." Calisto went on. "I'll cut to the chase - my feet hurt, and you're going to fix that. Do a good job."
There was a horrible lurch in Edgeworth's stomach as he was suddenly dropped. For a second, his reasoning went out the window and he believed Calisto was simply going to let him fall to his death on the floor, but then he struck the ground before the thought could even be finished.
He groaned, his shoulder immediately aching from the impact. He was barely off the floor before something huge appeared in his view. He looked up before stumbling back in alarm. A gigantic foot had arrived directly in front of him, quite comparable in size to Calisto's hand which had just dropped him here. After a second, a decidely unpleasant scent struck his senses and he only just managed to contain a cough. Ms. Yew had been wearing those heeled shoes for quite a few hours now, most of that time spent standing or walking around, so he supposed a stale scent of sweat was to be expected, but the logical nature of it was of no help to him.
Her other foot joined the first, both now resting directly in front of him. Calisto had taken a seat on the floor, both of her soles raised before his position.
"... Are you slow, Edgeworth? Get to work." she said following a few seconds' pause. He blinked, his eyes beginning to water slightly from the odor surrounding him. He had a partial view of Calisto's face a fair ways away, past her feet. She was watching him with a rather impatient look. Did she want him to...
He jumped back in alarm at another sudden movement from the two massive feet before him. Calisto had moved one forward, pointing her toes past him and bringing her sole partway down toward him. He'd nearly fallen over in alarm, realizing with embarrassment that there was simply no way Calisto was flexible enough to bring her foot all the way down on him without adjusting her entire leg.
"Now, Edgeworth."
He exhaled, the stale air now surrounding him still making it more challenging than normal to breathe. He was outraged at the idea, but there appeared to be no fighting it for now; Calisto was ordering him to massage her feet, at least to whatever limited extent his current size allowed.  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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