You close your eyes in thought for a moment, then begrudgingly agree to serve this moth's feet. She claps her hands in delight, then jogs over to your cage to let you out. Her hands, partially covered in fine, silky strands of white fuzz, scoop you up without warning and carry you over to her bed. From the brief glance you get at the blanket from above, you can make out its design as a...star chart? You didn't recognize it. Then again, you aren't exactly an astrologically-inclined individual.
As she lowers you down to the cosmic-shaped covers and settles herself feet forward on the bed, the moth girl inadvertently gives you some time to reaffirm your decision. It makes sense to go along with her for now, right? After all, you were bought from somewhere, and she knows a place to 'return' you. Getting into her good graces as the only other person you know of in your current 'residency' is probably a better idea than just sitting there and stubbornly refusing her demands.
Heck, if anything, you're probably lucky. If shrunken slavery is a norm around here, who knows what kind of psycho you could've been sold to, instead of this laid-back moth girl. Besides, maybe giving in would stop her teasing for a bit...
"Hehe. Don't think I didn't see you ogling these beauties before, lil' guy~"
...then again, maybe not.
With a sigh and an embarrassed blush on your face, you walk forward towards those plump, wiggling toes. As you near the ghostly-white imposing slabs of flesh called her feet, you begin to reconsider your earlier judgement about them. It's not that they're poorly taken care of; quite the opposite, in fact. It's just...well, feet that've been inside shoes all day--especially clogs, they're not exactly croc-level breathability--they tend to start getting sweaty. And stuffy. And...smelly. Three things that are inevitably brought to your attention as each one makes themselves intimately clear to you while you gaze upon their ever-so-slightly sheened soles. Attempting to be subtle, you cough restrainedly. It doesn't work well, only inviting more of the disconcertingly humid atmosphere into your nose, bringing with it a smack of hard-earned musk.
"Awww...don't be shy, lil' guy!" the moth girl coos, "Give 'em all you got, starting with the heels!"
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