Sombra's Disinterested Shoe Dangling

It was a normal morning at the office, but Sandra was already in a bad mood. The purple-haired weirdo had actually just ordered her to fetch coffee, even though she'd been an intern as well just last week! Not even all that good of one from what Sandra had seen, so the fact that she had landed her own office over her infuriated her to no end. But she was still her superior, so Sandra reluctantly made to go on the coffee run, but not without a snide murmur mocking the high and mighty new hire as she left the room. To her surprise when she returned the woman was waiting for her in the elevator, Sandra shot her an annoyed look as she entered and the sliding doors shut. When the elevator finally reached her floor, Sombra alone stepped out sipping her steaming cup of coffee.

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Sombra waited impatiently for her shift to end, she still had plenty of work to do but it was at least far more exciting than lazing behind a desk. She dangled and played with her shoes almost unconsciously, not even recalling the intern she had shrunk and tossed inside earlier that morning. The pungent odor she was drowning in however insured that the tiny toy herself had no hope of forgetting her position. Her pitiful prisoner was curled up and sobbing, too scared from her torturous experience beneath the giantess' rank feet to even try and escape. The stench of the footwear and nearby pantyhose beggared belief, the tiny girl was unaware of how her captors espionage work left her with little time to do laundry and left her forced to reuse tights for over a week at a time. Not to mention while her stint spying at this particular company was only a few months so far, she had gathered her outfits, including the flats, on her first such assignment. That was over four years ago and the ragged, slimy insole beneath her feet showed it, but since nobody could peek inside her shoes she never bothered to get a new pair. Well, now that she was shrinking people that wasn't really true, but why on earth would she care for their opinion on her footwear? Not to mention they probably wouldn't live through her walking home anyway, at the office she was off her feet a fair bit giving them plenty of breaks, but it was a long trek to her apartment and it was asking a lot of her to stop and air her feet out just for their sake. Although the stain she would get on her pantyhose if she forget any in there for too long would be quite a pain...