As difficult a feat as it may be, you look up the dark towers of stockings belonged by this gothic dress wearer. Shot up from these vibrant red shoes in front of you, reflecting your own body in their polished state, someone was working hard to keep them shining and they did their job well. Considering her princess appearance, it's not hard to imagine her ordering people around, and with you so small, you may very easily be one of those people shining these shoes. Maybe other small people have appeared and work for her while she sits alone and just plays with her cards like she is now. Rubbing your hand on the smooth surface, you suck in air and give another look up, deciding it's now or never.
With a couple hops, and trying to pull yourself up those large round shoes, you make no progress. You exhale in annoyance, the front of these shoes is the lowest to the ground, but you're not climbing up. You look over to the side, seeing the edge of the strap for the heels poking out. Walking around the giant foot, you reach up and grab for the strap, not able to reach it, but definitely closer. Your swipes at it make it give a bit of a wiggle, your little amount of wind made swiping gives it some move. You keep swiping the air seeing it bounce, trying to get it to bounce just low enough to reach you. You're caught off guard however, as Celeste fidgets around her foot, rubbing her heel on her insole. With how small you are, you get knocked over by the shoe onto your stomach. You look up seeing that strap bouncing and quickly throw yourself to your feet before it stops to grab it like a rope. With a good grip you pull down on it and pull it down, pulling yourself to the shoe, and like a bad rock climber, you hold the strap and use your feet on the shoe to pull and walk your way up the shining red hill.
Finally on the shoe, you look back up the stocking, still a ways up. You sit there and keep catching your breath when you see a hand coming. Did she feel you? It'd be hard on this surface you'd think. The black nails come and loosen the strap you were just working on, and she slips her foot out of the shoe. You struggle to hold onto the surface while the big black beast of a stocking leaves the mouth of the shoe up in the air while she fixes her sock. You can see the shape of her foot wiggling around in the stocking as it gets comfortable again, then returns down to you. A hand pulls the shoe backward and quickly pulls you into the shoe, smacking the insole and you slide down deeper into the shoe. The trace of light is replaced by a shadow, and that shadow comes real as the black sock comes in after you. You struggle to run down the shoe cave in the beige innards of this shoe as the black monster follows in and pins you right to the wall.
Pinned to the surface by one toe as you can feel it squeezing you, pinned just by the toe as it rubs you in hard to the wall. The large structure making its subtle movements larger than your entire being, causing you to cough out the air and anything else in your body as it wrestles you down. With these movements it feels like its tracing over your form, the question is if she notices you.
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