Jinx grins as her toes wriggle like pale snakes above- they were skinny and long, like the rest of her, and she seemed ecstatic to have an indestructible toy to play with. As the smoke from Pow-Pow clears, her massive, pale toes take up your horizon.
"Squish!" She beams as she clenches her toes around you, compacting you into the sweaty, clammy gap between her two biggest toes. She gigles manically as she schrunches up and down your form, trapping you in a fetid, slightly sticky, and unbearably smelly cavern. You feel her drag her toes, and you, through the mud on the rift, smearing it on her digits and your pathetic form as she hums absentmindedly.
"Hmm.. I think.. I'll keep you in my BOOTS!" Jinx declares with a shout, as if she had cracked some discovery. She plucks one of the tattered shoes up from the dirt, scuffed and worn- and proceeds to give you a view you never wanted to see. Her pale foot dangles above the mouth of the tarnished combat boot, revealing a beat-in footprint the size of a lake - and with puddles of sweat to match, you fear. in the dim light below you see five sharp indentations for each of jinx's writhing, sweaty toes, and a crater for the ball of her foot to match. The insole is torn and tattered, worn away by running, stomping, and crushing bugs like you. And you had a front row seat as the miasma of hot foot wafted up, making your eyes water and your nose burn. Jinx -
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