GreasyRose is sitting at home reading, dressed casually in a crop top and jeans with her bare feet up on the table, when she sees something move out of the corner of her eye. Looking closer she discovers us, a little tiny in her very own house. She picks us up for a closer look and we, as smitten as we are, shower her with compliments. She accepts them happily but then reveals a darker - and hungrier - side. Will our adoration, pleas, and begging save us?.