You immediately detect the distant yet unmistakable thunder of approaching footsteps—each impact sending tremors through the floorboards of your miniature home. They're slow, deliberate... and getting louder. Someone BIG is heading toward the living room.
Through the open door of your dollhouse, you catch a glimpse of titanic toes pressing into the carpet fibers as they pass—barefoot, slightly sweaty, with flecks of dirt clinging to the pads. The scent of warm skin and faint musk drifts downward, confirming your suspicion: your mother, Lauren, is lumbering toward the couch where Nikki sleeps.
Her shadow looms over the entire shelf as she passes, her colossal 36K bust swaying heavily beneath her thin silk robe. Then—CRASH. She stumbles over a discarded high heel (probably Nikki's), her gargantuan foot slamming down mere millimeters from your house. The impact rattles your teeth, and a shockwave of displaced air nearly knocks you off-balance.
She catches herself on the armrest, giggling sheepishly. "Oops! Almost squished someone~" she coos, glancing around blindly for any stray tinies. Of course, she doesn’t spot you in the house though.
Meanwhile, Nikki groans awake, stretching her arms—her Goth-laced fingertips brushing against YOUR shelf!