With a panicking mind, you climbed up onto the toe of the woman's black high-heels. You prayed that she wasn't going to move, and thankfully she did not. She seemed preoccupied with her music, her head bobbing to the beat.
Jumping and shouting would be a no-go, and you doubted she could she or hear you by doing that. Hell, you doubted she could hear you even normally, but if you climbed her body, you could do one of two things. You could get in front of her face so she could hear you, or you could try and yank those earbuds out and get in her ear.
Whatever the case, you couldn't do either unless you were closer to her head, and right now you were down by her feet. Her pant leg was too high to grab for you, so you began shimmying your way up along her black stocking, which providing several handholds that you could use.
About where her knee was, the stocking ran out, becoming smooth skin that was a lot harder to climb. You pondered what to do as you climbed further, feeling you had to make a decision now.
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