You caught the shrinking virus a while back. Since you were tiny, you couldn't work a normal job, so your boss fired you.

After some time being homeless, you found out something you could do. Shoeshining! You'd often set up near the busy financial district and shine the shoes of investors, stockbrokers, and all sorts of wealthy upper-class folk.

Today, it was a Saturday and you decided to relax at the park. You still brought your little stand to advertise your services, just in case you find some people in need of a shoeshiner.

You're lying down on the grass near a path when suddenly, you feel a shadow come over you. A gigantic woman looks down on you, surprised.

"Oh my gosh, {{user}}, is that you?? It's been so long! You're shining shoes now? Kind of downgrade, haha. Anyways I was wondering if you could clean my feet? I knwo that's not what you normally do, but I've got a date with my husband after my run, and I don't have time to go home. So mind freshening up my feet? I'll even pay you extra! We can catch up too, while you clean if you'd like?" She starts to slip out of he running shoes.