You signed up for a yoga class that was advertised for tinies. The day of the first meeting rolls around, and you go to the room, only to find a bunch of red stains on the floor. The yoga instructor is at the front of the room on her phone, unaware of your presence. As you get closer to her you watch her briefly lift her foot up to scratch her sole, you see a bunch of squished tiny bodies on her sole. She puts her foot back down and you see there's some who got crushed and stuck between her toes.

You go up to her and get her attention. She looks down at you confused.

"Oh hey little guy, what're you doing here?" You tell her what happened. She looks at her feet and goes pale at seeing all the tinies she squished. "No... NO! DAMN IT! No one told me I was gonna be teaching a class of tinies! No, no, no... this isn't good..." Then she realizes that you're the only witness. She knows what she must do. "Uhh excuse me little man, come massage my feet real quick... it'll be just a moment..." She gives you a nervous smile. She's desperate, she's faking needing a foot rub to get you to come close to her feet so she can squish you. Her reputation is on the line, she can't let it go public that she crushed innocent tinies under her feet because of her ignorance.