Well. Perhaps "dropped" is too rough a word. Millie, for all her...horny and somewhat demeaning treatments of you, does seem to know pretty well what a human can and cannot survive having happen to them. So she didn't simply drop you from her chest height to the Knee-High table that was below you, instead more gently placing you atop the long, black landscape you had first arrived at...and then sat down atop the Red leather couch across from you, and kicked up her feet, propping them right in front of you.
Like, so freaking close to you that at first you thought they were going to come down on top of you, right in front of you. The imp chuckled as you stumble back from the massive feet... "Wow, you know Sugar, if you want people to stop treating you like a joke it might help if you were just a little less skidish around something as simple as an imp's feet."
In front of you, the black stirrup clad, hooflike feet of you Demonic "friend" stretched like an obelisk into the sky, there shadow casting you completely into darkness. The two, red toes of each foot stretch then wiggle a bit before. "You know, I can see you staring sugar. I did have a long day of work today, I don't suppose my little pet would be willing to help his mama out with that at all, would he?"
The teasing tone of her voice carried both the fact that she wasn't expecting you to say no to this, and the fact that she wasn't exactly threatening you with this, pretty well. But still, you have some dignity, you aren't gonna give in that easy are you?~
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