The purse lies upright, so your quarter-inch form will have to do a little climbing to get in there! Selecting the side out of view of the owner, you apply yourself to the task of dragging up the rough surface. It takes much effort, and the booming soundtrack doesn't help, but the purse is not moved while you ascend, and you breathe a sigh of relief as you flip over the lip of the zip and down into the dark.
You're not as careful as you should be, maybe through exhaustion, and you lose your grip as you descend, dropping to land heavily on the interior floor of the bag. Your puny mass saves you from injury, but it still hurts.
"Who the Hell is this guy?" a voice demands, and you look up to see a quartet of men, of a similar scale to your own, standing looking down at you.
Holy crap, this girl is actually carrying a group of shrunken spies with her! How to play this?
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