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An elven wizard stood just inside the door of her room at the inn. She had seen her rival adventuring party coming this way and prepared to strike while they were tired and likely drunk. When she heard footsteps from the hall she threw the door open with a blast of light and swiftly snatched the stunned and shrunken party in her hand. She closed the door behind her and tilted her hand to let them roll onto the floor ungraciously. Her boots thudded onto the ground as she kicked them off and sat excitedly in front her shrunken rivals. She offered her feet to them with a smirk. "I thought about just squishing you, but I think that'd be a waste. You'd be much better as little slaves. Now get to work." She wiggled her toes expectantly. Once the party had gotten to their feet, two of them begrudgingly approached her feet. The third ran in the other direction and suddenly felt his muscles burn and stop moving all at once. He was lifted off the ground with streaks of purple light. "No, no, no. I can't have you running away. I should have known a human wouldn't know their rightful place at my feet." she said in a much more serious tone. She flexed her hand and he was pulled towards her as his muscles flared with pain. "Now lick." She planted him in front of her foot, gasping for breath from the spell and finding air that smelled of days worth of sweat and dirt from travel. The three began to lick her soles as she giggled at the prospect of having an entire party completely at her mercy, and maybe it did tickle a little, but she'd never admit that to them. The disappearance wasn't questioned. It wasn't uncommon for adventurers to be eaten by some monster on their travels. Occasionally the party would hear tales of their heroic demise from inside her boots, which she would often punctuate by grinding her sole into them, just to rub it in. Those were the better days though. It meant she was in town which gave them a break. The rest of their days were far worse as she walked for miles in those boots. They were swelteringly hot and smelled unimaginable. She would go days without getting a chance to bathe. The elf was all the party knew any more, her boots, her feet, and her devious, taunting giggle.

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An elven wizard stood just inside the door of her room at the inn. She had seen her rival adventuring party coming this way and prepared to strike while they were tired and likely drunk. When she heard footsteps from the hall she threw the door open with a blast of light and swiftly snatched the stunned and shrunken party in her hand. She closed the door behind her and tilted her hand to let them roll onto the floor ungraciously. Her boots thudded onto the ground as she kicked them off and sat excitedly in front her shrunken rivals. She offered her feet to them with a smirk. "I thought about just squishing you, but I think that'd be a waste. You'd be much better as little slaves. Now get to work." She wiggled her toes expectantly. Once the party had gotten to their feet, two of them begrudgingly approached her feet. The third ran in the other direction and suddenly felt his muscles burn and stop moving all at once. He was lifted off the ground with streaks of purple light. "No, no, no. I can't have you running away. I should have known a human wouldn't know their rightful place at my feet." she said in a much more serious tone. She flexed her hand and he was pulled towards her as his muscles flared with pain. "Now lick." She planted him in front of her foot, gasping for breath from the spell and finding air that smelled of days worth of sweat and dirt from travel. The three began to lick her soles as she giggled at the prospect of having an entire party completely at her mercy, and maybe it did tickle a little, but she'd never admit that to them. The disappearance wasn't questioned. It wasn't uncommon for adventurers to be eaten by some monster on their travels. Occasionally the party would hear tales of their heroic demise from inside her boots, which she would often punctuate by grinding her sole into them, just to rub it in. Those were the better days though. It meant she was in town which gave them a break. The rest of their days were far worse as she walked for miles in those boots. They were swelteringly hot and smelled unimaginable. She would go days without getting a chance to bathe. The elf was all the party knew any more, her boots, her feet, and her devious, taunting giggle.

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