Last month, you were tasked with hunting down and taking out the empress of an enemy nation. The sum of money was too large to refuse, so you took the offer.

Four weeks later, you had managed to slip into her quarters and meet her face-to-face. However, to your dismay, she had come prepared. A potion dropped onto your head, and shrunk you to the size of a doll.

Simce that day, she has been merciful to you, and made you serve her feet to stay fed.

She rubs a relaxed toe on your head.