Ayana had shrunk you, and decided you'd be her insole for a while. The spell she casted on you was one, not only of shrinking, but of extreme durability, to ensure you wouldn't just pop under her feet as she wore you. She stuffed you in her boot, and slowly slid her soft, stocking covered foot into the very boot that housed you... And that was the last time you saw the outside world for a long while. The words of the elven beauty, "Just to inform you again.. These boots make my feet really sweaty and ripe.", rang out in your head as you essentially became part of her sole overtime. As you sigh into the fabric of the nylon stockings that have been dominating you all day, you take note that she certainly wasn't lying; you are soaked in her foot sweat as well as flattened as her insole. But it was then, Ayana began to take her boots off, and stepped out onto the floor, sighing in relief to have her boots finally off, and her feet breathing.