A Royal Exterminator
Lottie R was sitting in her lavish living room, calmly adjusting the fit of her elegant beige court shoe, when a sudden movement on the floorboards caught her eye. She leaned down, squinting, and her face twisted into a mask of pure revulsion. "Urgh... what are they?" she muttered, recoiling slightly. There, scurrying near her feet, was a group of tiny, shrunken men. To Lottie, they weren't marvels of science; they were vermin polluting her home. She didn't hesitate to call the exterminator; she was the exterminator.
A Royal Swipe
Standing up, her beige high heels becoming towering monoliths of destruction, Lottie stepped onto the first group of tiny men, grinding them into the wood with a sickening crunch. She twisted her foot, ensuring the job was done, treating them with the same disdain she would a spider. But she wanted to be thorough. She sat back down and slipped off her pumps, revealing her pale feet with perfectly painted pink toenails. She stood again, this time pressing her soft, warm soles over the debris, rolling her weight to smother any survivors under her arches.
A Royal Squish
Finally, she spotted one last straggler. She picked him up, holding him between her thumb and forefinger, inspecting him with a sneer of disgust. He was nothing to her. She placed him on the wooden chair, turning her back to him. Lottie smoothed her pink skirt over her hips and slowly lowered herself. The tiny man stared up in horror as the vast pink cloud of her bottom descended, blotting out the light. She sat fully, grinding her weight into the chair seat, taking out the last of the infestation without a second thought.
A Royal Aftermath
Lottie stood up, her face emotionless, and surveyed the scene. The tiny men were nothing but a stain on the wooden floor, and their cries were muffled by the thick carpet. She knew her job was done, but there was still a lingering sense of disgust in the air. With one last look of disdain, she left the room, her high heels echoing through the empty hallways.
A Royal Reckoning
Meanwhile, the tiny men lay scattered across the floor, their once-proud shrunken bodies reduced to nothing more than a grotesque sight. They had been foolish to think they could infest a place like this. They knew now that they were nothing but insignificant ants before a giantess like Lottie R. Their only hope now was to pray that no one else would discover their unsightly infestation.
