Celeste lines up her cards, setting for just some random pulls of 21, seeing how well she could count cards. Predicting numbers and suits before being flipped over, and eyeing how the cards curve and stack around. Only after a bit with her focus does she notice something down below in her shoe, with a bit of wiggling she shrugs it off for now as it gives her body some more things to focus around on.
Down below, the discovery of a "something" in the shoe isn't just something for you yourself to shrug off. Or even lift off. The black stocking's soft texture is practically smothering you as her large toes keep you pinned underneath. The boulders squeezing you below, pinching your limbs between getting pulled into the stocking places between her toes. Luckily for you your squirms are able to pull free from those pinches with how forceful her just wiggling the toes goes it could snap. You keep trying to unbury yourself from the weight and force, smacking hard on the stockings but giving her no sign to your presence from your weak little taps. The heat is killing you underneath, the blanket beating and pummeling you around into the walls. Covered by sweat and bruises just from her hardly attentive toe maneuvering. The beatdown of hell you're receiving.
Back above, Celeste takes a sip of her milk tea. Though on the sip she sours at it, with Kirumi busy tending to others she had Hifumi make her a cup, and she grimaces in annoyance that her piggie went and messed up another cup. Only annoyed she can't pour it on his face and yell and pummel him.
The anger goes through to her feet in your little shoe room. The boulders that toyed with you before now are exerting their force onto you. Stretching and spreading to pin you with force to feel like a bulldozer is pinning you to the wall and you're coughing out from the force pushing you. Then with an angry stomp, you found yourself on top of the foot instead. Nearly pinned to the roof of the shoe as she grinds her toes and sole down, you grab and pull at the stocking to wiggle your way forward in the tiny opening space. Having to get slammed up into the roof, but the top of the foot isn't anywhere near as rough a beating as just her toes were.
You keep inching forward, aiming toward the peeking light feeding into the heel, hoping to just make it out.
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