[ The dude's grip is like a vise on her upper arm, and he stinks of too much alcohol and fuck, this was fun and now it's not. She could probably shift, get away in her smaller form, but that would be breaking like a million rules.
So instead she drives the heel of her shoe- a pair of classy little red heels- down onto the top of his foot as hard as she can.
He doesn't let go, but he sure as hell is distracted now. ]
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So instead she drives the heel of her shoe- a pair of classy little red heels- down onto the top of his foot as hard as she can.
He doesn't let go, but he sure as hell is distracted now. ]