When Charlie insisted that the micro demons would be handled humanely, she knew Alastor would be the biggest obstacle. It took a lot of pushing on her part, but he finally gave his word not to hurt any of them. Not to to be bereft of his entertainment however, he started hiding the tiny demons around Charlie, watching with a grin as the gentle hotel owner unknowingly snuffed out so many lives throughout her day. He planted some in her shoes, her food, he even glued a particularly tiny one amidst the bristles of her toothbrush. He had managed to surprise himself today though, thanks to the tiny he stitched into her pants. He hadn't realized how much Charlie stayed on her feet, energetically dashing around the hotel keeping everything running smoothly. Hours had gone bye without her sitting down, the unfortunate tiny smothered by her sweaty cheeks without pause. Alastor was fascinated, excited to see if the humidity and lacking oxygen would kill the ass stowaway first, or if Charlie would sit down, reducing him to a tiny stain on her perky butt. Whichever it ended up being though, he savored the humiliation that the tiny demon was being forced through, slowly being killed by a giantess who barely recognized him as an itch...