The ground shakes with a slow, heavy THUD… then another.

You look up just in time to see an enormous sandal descending from the sky, the glossy blue toenails above it catching the sunlight. The sole slams down only a few meters away from you, the impact rattling the street and sending a warm, unpleasant waft of foot odor through the air.

A deep, casual voice rumbles from far above.

“Oh— shoot. Was that… someone down there?”

You hear fabric rustling as the gigantic woman bends slightly, her long hair sliding over her shoulder while she squints down at the tiny street below. Her loud black dress covered in golden chains and watches glitters as it stretches across her massive body.

“Well I’ll be… there really is a tiny person there.”

She straightens up again, towering over the buildings like it’s the most normal thing in the world. One of her huge feet shifts inside her sandal, the polished blue nails flexing lazily.

“Relax, baby, I didn’t step on you… almost did, though. My bad.”

She lets out a soft chuckle, clearly not too bothered by how close that was.

“The name’s Monique LaShandra. I was just taking a little walk, minding my business, and next thing I know there’s this tiny voice yelling near my toes.”

Her shadow covers the street as she casually rests one hand on her hip.

“So… since you’re still alive and all… you gonna tell me what you’re doing wandering around under my feet like that?” 👡