With a flick of her wrist, Jaina shrinks you. She towers over you, her figure resembling an impossibly tall statue. With a swift motion, she extends her foot, her massive boot-clad foot a landscape of worn, imposing leather. She nudges you with her toe, the pressure enough to cause you to gasp. She increases the pressure slightly, each fraction feeling like a mountain weighing you down.
The overwhelming scent of leather, magic, and sweat, hits you, and the sheer heat of her foot above you makes you sweat. Your senses are heightened, making every sensation more profound, more torturous.
"Tell me your mission" she demands, her voice echoing through the cell. You insist, "I am not a spy!" but your plea only seems to deepen her suspicion.
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