Oh good, I was really worried she'd say something like 'slave' there.
"I suppose I must seem rather frightening to you from this view." The giantess lies out her oepn palm, and you gingerly step on board the platform. She raises you up as she gets to her feet and walks over to her desk. It is remarkably clean, with only a desk lamp and a few notes and an open binder full of notes on some sort of history subject. She slowly lets you down and you step onto the desk, as she takes off her coat and sits down in the chair. It's much more comfortable to see here from this angle but her size still intimidates you. You're thankful she's a good guy at least.
The giantess opens a drawer and takes out a notepad and pen, holding it in her hands and gazing at you with those curious eyes. "Now then, I'm Cynthia. And you are?"
You tell her your name and she scribbles it down. You feel a bit uncomfortable, as if this is a science experiment to her, and she continues to ask where you came from, if you were always this size, and what exactly you were doing underneath her bed. To the disappointment of both of you, you mostly just answer with "I don't know."
"Hm." Cynthia says, obviously annoyed that she hasn't learnt much. However, her eyes regain that shine - she seems to be even more determined to find out. "I'll call my friend Cailtin. She'll find some answers, I'm sure." Cynthia looks back at you. "Or maybe I could call her tomorrow. I don't suppose a night with me would be too terrible, would it?" She winks at you.
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