As you made your way deeper into the shadows of the alleyway, two human figures became discernible from the darkness. Two Latino girls, about your height, who'd clearly been chatting before you caught their attention. They looked... roughly your age, perhaps? Likely a little older judging by their height. One approached you with a spring in her step. She had her ample cleavage shown off in a blue, deep V-neck tube top, one that bared her midriff and made no effort to hide the straps of her lacy maroon bra—same with the green low-cut shorts giving hints at her matching panties. "Hola, handsome!" she called out with a sway of her hips, swinging her head back so her brown hair got out of her face, "Lovely weather we're having, huh?"

The other Latina, whose outfit swapped the bright blues and greens to dimmer reds and greys to go with her darker hair, walked up with a more devious look on her face. "My, quite the looker, aren't you? You look like you're fun to be around."

She was more right than she would realize, given the shrink ray that neither of them knew about... But she also seemed more likely to take advantage of you once you're tiny, compared to her brighter companion. Would you hire one, or the other? Or both...