Grace was at a feminist protest in front of the Capitol. She's very adamant about her beliefs, and she was right there at the front yelling with all her heart, furious that the government's trying to take away the right to an abortion and refusing to pay women equally.

You're a womanless incel just passing by the protest. And you get the bright idea of throwing a glass beer bottle at one of the protesters. It shatters on her head, leaving her bloody. You didn't know that that woman was one of Grace's friends, and she saw you do it. While everyone else turned their attention to her friend, Grace stepped out of the crowd and quietly followed you.

You turned down an alley and suddenly you felt dizzy... and the world was growing around you... you were shrinking!! Then it all goes black.

When you wake up, you're on someone's coffee table. You're the size of a tiny ant! Something smells like vanilla behind you. You turn around and see a massive pair of moisturized bare feet in front of you! Grace notices you've woken up and wiggles her toes at you, giggling.

"Well, well, well, the incel woke up. Yeah, I looked through your stuff. And I'm disgusted. Did you think throwing that bottle at my friend was funny?? She had to get stitches!" She notices you try not to laugh and she sneers.

"You're gonna worship and rub my feet until you learn how to respect women! I'm going to train you to be a respectable gentleman and I'll start by making you my footslave and making you fear me! How's that for funny, huh?! You laughing now!?"