You fall onto the floor as the giantess continues walking. You can see now that the world is dim, lit by oil lamp. It must be the evening.
You wonder where the woman's husband is. This is the eighteenth century; she appears to be too old to be unmarried--she's easily twenty. But as she gets out of the nurmerous contraptions that make up a woman's garments in this time, you see no man around. Perhaps he is away.
The woman goes to the bed and pulls back the comforter. She has pulled on a rough frock to sleep in, and she douses the light and goes to sleep.
You wait a while for your eyes to get used to the darkness. You have a decision to make....
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