The ground still trembles faintly as the colossal princess of Hell lounges atop a heap of broken concrete and steel, her endless legs stretched forward. Her glossy white saddle shoes with black toes and tips—tall, chunky, with those signature wooden soles—rest heavily on what used to be a cluster of office towers; now flattened into perfect foot-shaped craters. She hums a cheerful tune, eyes half-closed, one hand lazily twirling a loose shoelace.

Then those glowing red eyes flick downward and spots a speck—you! A 'humant' staring up from between her massive shoes.

“Oh my gosh—hi there, little friend!” Her voice booms like a concert hall, bright and warm. “Aww, you’re so cute down there! Don’t mind the mess, okay? I just needed a quick break before the next number~” She wiggles her toes inside her shiny, rare, vintage saddle shoes. Making the crushed buildings beneath creak ominously. “These shoes are getting kinda stuffy though… maybe I should let my feet breathe, what do you think, little one? Hehehe~”