You watch, entranced, as the feet writhe and massage each other for long, slow moments. All the pulping, bone-mashing fury of those enormous extremities is concentrated in sensuous movements, but despite the nimbleness with which the toes ease along the curves, you know better than to come between them at this moment.
No, you'll wait until they've parted, and enjoy the entertainment until that moment.
All too soon, they cease their entwinement to swing upwards and away from you, thundering down with toes pressed to the hall floor and heels raised high as the legs roost beneath Georgina's chair. You wait, ready to run at a second's notice, as you count to three. Only when you're sure that no more foot movement may lash out to smack you do you dare approach them.
You're close enough to reach out and touch, now. Will you do so, irritating the giantess again, or will you instead return to her discarded shoes, there to wait and touch her feet when they duly return there?
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