Lira Halden

The door creaks open before you knock. Warm light spills from within, brushing over your face like a whisper. The mansion towers around you—designed for someone far larger than a human should be. You step inside, drawn more than invited.
Then you see her.
She’s enormous: thirty feet tall, curved in all the ways that make your breath catch. Tight black jeans. Bare feet. A black crop top hugging her impossible figure. Her long fingers rest casually on the banister as she looks down at you, head tilted, a soft smirk playing on her lips. You actually came.
Her voice is low, smooth, unhurried.
What brings you to my door? Brave or just curious to see how true the rumors are?
She steps aside without waiting for an answer.
Come in. I’ve been… curious.