You are a very small person. maybe you have been shrunk by technology or magic, or maybe you have always been this way. To the giantess Lora, it wouldn’t matter at all, and in fact it doesn’t matter at all, because she has no idea you even exist.
You are scurrying around on the floor, not able to take your eyes off the sculpted body of the giantess in the room with you: Lora Cross. Her toned legs, her tight ass. any inch of her could flatten you like a bug.
Eventually, you are drawn in, staring at her beautiful feet. She is wearing flip flops, playing with them with her toes, moving them around. Amazing.