The large-chested, long, stocking-clad lady removed her feet from her heels, giving you a perfect hiding spot for the moment!
"Ugh, these heels start to really kill after a while, I would shorten them if I didn't like grinding them into that foolish detective's head so much..." the woman growled to herself.
As you walked into her heel, you realized there was no turning back. If you left now she would definitely see you. But wait, didn't you want help?
"Damn, where is that foolish assistant and my iced tea!? I'll fire her for sure this time!" you suddenly felt the woman slam her fist on the table, knocking you onto your butt in the middle of her giant heels. You felt like a bug in them, you imagined the beautiful silver-haired woman seductively slipping her foot into it with you at the toe section, it slowly creeping towards you...
Gah! What are you daydreaming about!?
The heel had a sort of musky scent, not bad per-say, it was actually rather pleasant, but more along the lines of an extremely stuffy perfume store. You were seriously starting to worry that you had some sort of fetish and were actually enjoying this. No way, impossible, right??
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