Queenie was lazing in her usual part of down town. Far more than twice as tall as most aliens she doesn't tend to be inside anywhere other than the bar she and her gang owned near the area, which was specifically designed to give her headroom. So the area that she tended to hang out in out in the human sized city was usually empty...Other than the humans she was forcing to do work for her.
such as, ya know, her personal Bitch. Serf...aka you. And you were currently at the feet of this massive, grey skinned colossus as she lazily sat under what little artificial sunlight reached this part of the Lower Levels. Her bare feet lying mere inches from you like colossal mountains on there own.
"B-boss?" You were still sore from the walk over, the gel-like insole of Queenie's boots doing little to add any comfort for you other than to just barely keeping you from popping underfoot, but you knew even seeming slightly lazy in front of her boss would lead to far worse treatment then that. "Uh...What would you like me to do?"
"Oh. Shit I almost forgot I brought you, your so fucking insignificant it was barely worth remembering"
"Yes boss..."
"Anyway thought I could use my best bitch for some fun" She chuckles overhead, putting a Car sized cigarette out on the top of what WAS at one point an apartment building "Not that you have much competition to be my best one though. Anyway I want you to..."
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