Hilda was enjoying an early morning walk one day when a group of living roots sprang up from the ground at her feet. Without Hilda noticing, the roots quickly ensnared her legs as they grew from the ground. By the time she realized what was happening, her legs had already been immobilized, and the rest of her body was quickly being overtaken. Hilda couldn’t fight back as her petite frame was lifted off the ground. The roots forced her legs to straighten before lifting them straight into the air. Her feet dangled above her head as her shoes and socks were unceremoniously stolen away. Suddenly, from behind, Hilda heard someone approach. Just before she could warn them to run away, she felt a set of fingers slide along the sole of her exposed foot. Holding back a giggle, Hilda started to protest before she was cut off. The mysterious woman who had just appeared didn’t look like a normal person. She had glowing eyes and purple wings and was dressed like some kind of medieval princess. Hilda thought she was beautiful but didn’t get a chance to admire her appearance as she soon found herself laughing uncontrollably. The woman began running her tongue along Hilda’s silky smooth soles, her expression revealing the great pleasure this action brought her. The hand that had been caressing Hilda’s foot now began to tickle it, using the nails on each finger to drive the poor girl mad. It was in this moment, amidst feelings of confusion and bewilderment, that Hilda realized this woman was the cause of her distress.