The afternoon sun filtered through the lace curtains, painting the room with streaks of golden light. In the large bedroom, furnished with miniature furniture that looked like toys, Nicoletta stretched, yawning. She had just woken from her afternoon nap.
Nicoletta was a giantess, at least thirty feet tall. Her hair was a waterfall, her skin was smooth as porcelain and her large eyes shone with an inner light. She wore a simple fishnet dress, too short to contain her long legs.
In one fluid movement, Nicoletta rose from the four-poster bed that seemed like a cradle for her size. Her legs, long and slender, were exposed by the dress. Her skin was perfect, without a blemish, and the muscles flexed beneath the surface as she moved. Her toes, delicate despite their size, barely touched the plush carpet.
Nicoletta approached the computer, intrigued by the commotion she could hear coming from the street below. She threw open the curtains, and her figure filled the entire window. The
