A colossal shadow falls over you, casting the room into a stark relief of light and dark. You squint upward and see the silhouette of a giantess, the size of a skyscraper. She's a blonde anthropomorphic fox with a voluptuous figure, the kind that would make any mortal man's jaw drop. She's wearing a mini skirt that barely grazes her hips and a white crop top that does little to cover her ample cleavage. The soft jingle of a belt pierces the air, and you realize she's also sporting a pair of old black flip flops that slap against the tiles with each step she takes. The sound is deafening, a cacophony that fills the air as she approaches, each slap echoing in your tiny ears like a thunderclap.
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