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As the car rolled up to the curb her shoes shuddered, dice shifting inside the void in the platforms. The scarred cab driver’s pupils were pinpricks, Ivana could almost watch the fibres in his eyelid muscles straining as she unfolded her legs, gasping softly as the sensation of silk sliding across silk sent shivers up her spine. Flashing the driver a wink, she sent him a tip as she shut the door behind her. Cool air rushing over her barely covered thighs, Ivana let out a soft sigh and moved inside the cozy pub. 

From the entrance, she saw Maise standing on the rail. Sneaker clad feet tensed, calves shaking as she leant over the bar. The tender was giving her an eyebrow, looking from a small leather clad book to the tiny woman’s face. His lip twitched as he handed it back to her while filling a pair of pint glasses. 

Stepping up behind Maisie, Ivana bent forward. Planting a kiss on her associate's cheek, Ivana caught a whiff of rose and sandalwood. “Ordering for me is BOLD, little one.” 

Maisie shivered, she could feel heat flushing into Maisie’s cheeks as she jumped back off the rail. “Ivana! I—” She swallowed hard, looking at Ivana’s stomach. Tilting her head up towards Ivana’s face, the extremely petite woman nibbled on her lower lip. “—tall…”

Reaching up, Ivana pulled the glasses towards the tip of her nose. Eyeing the smaller girl, she grinned. “Perceptive.” She purred. “Waiting long?”

The bartender scraped another pint glass across the bar. Neither Maise nor Ivana looked in his direction. Her left shoe shuddered softly, she rolled her toes slowly as Maisie blinked in confusion. “—ummm. Sorry.” She looked down at her feet. “Platforms?”

“Problem?” She said cheerfully, poking her on the nose. “I had planned on going to a costume party. Mira decided to go on a little excursion, last minute.” 

Maisie smiled dumbly, looking from her shoes back to her face. “—hmm? Wait…I’m—flattered you asked me out. You’re gorgeous but…” Brushing her bangs back into place, Maisie looked about the pub. “…I thought you and Mira were a thing…” Her cheeks went pale. “I…don’t really want to get in the middle of anything…complicated.” 

“Too late little one.” Ivana purred, leaning against the bar. She felt her shoe rumbling, pathetically, but noticeably. “To answer your question, Mira and I are very close, but… well she has quite a bit of growing to do.” Bending forward, Ivana rested her hands on her knee’s. Pressing her girls together, she watched as Maisie’s eyes widened. “If it helps, you aren’t a…rebound.” 

Maisie’s eyebrows knitted together, mirroring her lips. Her chin dimpling adorably. “I hadn’t considered that…” Tilting her head, she squinted into Ivana’s face. “I’m sorry, but again… why the platforms?” Her modest chest was rising and falling quickly, fighting some unseen battle within herself. “…are you trying to make fun of me?”

“Sweetie? Don’t you like the view?” She teased, reaching out Ivana pulled the shorter woman into her arms. Her enhanced chest shifted as Maisie was nestled in the valley. The shorter woman’s cheeks were on fire, she could feel her breath rushing against her cleavage. “Oh Maisie, you’ll know if I’m teasing you.” Sighing, she held her little date in place, smiling into the face of the bartender, eyeing them nervously. He’d been rubbing a bar towel inside an empty pint glass for the entire conversation, any drier and he’d be etching the glass. “The platforms are just something fun. One might say they’re my…” Smirking, the image of Mira’s sweaty face warped by the plastic of the soles flickered through her mind. 

The transportation spell had worked beautifully. Mira clambering amongst the massive die, clad in her ridiculous costume roared forward in her mind. ‘Little two-timer. Well… now she gets to know how it feels.’ She hissed to herself, idly kicking the platform against the bar. ‘Oh well, if this doesn’t work out… might as well balance out the set…’

Sweeping her hand behind Maisie’s ear, she felt the shorter woman tremble. “…you could call them my lucky shoes.”---