You wake up on a large marble expanse. You open your eyes to find any source of light to see. You see some entering from a large square far above you, sending a bright sunbeam to the floor in front of where you lay. "Why is the light so far away?" you ask yourself.
As you stand up, you find yourself in some colossal room of some kind. It is bright marble, etched in gold with tall Greek columns everywhere. To the distance you see a marble statue of a colossal naked woman holding a golden spear in one hand and shield in her other arm behind her back. As you approach it, you couldn't help but acknowledge your scale. This is far too large for at least one person to carve. How is it so big? It's possibly a hundred feet tall, maybe two hundred...
The marble floor shakes. The earthquake rattles your little legs. A distant shadow falls over the floor. It's as if another statue that size has come to life at the far end of the hall and is walking towards you. You race away from the shadow, sliding along the marble floor the whole time. Your last few steps give you enough slip to hide around the edge of the pedestal of the statue. On all fours, you crawl for a good look at this colossus...
She is almost like the woman statue you now hide beneath. Her hair is long jet black and curly, tied in braids around her hairline and with long flowing braids behind her back. On her head is a golden band, slightly decorated with gems. She isn't wearing much except a leather bra held together by gold chains that almost covers the tips of her breasts and a leather thong tied together with a thin leather belt with gold buckles. All this covers a muscular body with thick powerful arms, heavy thighs and a tight stomach with nearly discernible abs. She is wearing sandals that are gold-studded leather wrapped tight around her muscled legs up to the base of her thighs. Above the mountainous breasts and thick shoulders, you see a powerful face with thick lips, tight cheekbones, rounded chin, and blue-grey eyes.
The giantess pauses by the statue, tall enough to almost look it in the eye but so tall that you're now only eye-level to her sandal-clad pinky toe. She rolls the toes of her other foot as her gaze shifts around her house.
Her voice echos throughout the hall without much effort. "Now where did that little flea of a man go...?"
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