Ivette had been eager to prove herself for the last few weeks.

The brunette had grown up in one of the poorer neighborhood, and getting accepted into the guild had offered her the opportunity to make name for herself, so she had eagerly taken the first available quest.

And all she had to do for that was sneak into the house of some witch for some reconnaissance?

It had taken her less than a day to reach the witch's house, and so far the hardest part had been avoiding the local menaces. Bandits, goblins, and the like.

With the sun starting to set, she could see the lighting inside, and a shadow moving from one side of the room and back again.

"Piece of cake." She whispered to herself, and headed for the front door.

With a little effort, she managed to pick the lock, and carefully entered.

In the distance, she could hear the clacking of heels resounding through the buidling.

She seems preoccupied... Ivette started to sneak towards the sound I should still be careful, I guess...

She made way through the building, surprised and disappointed at how mundane, if fancy, everything looked so far.

Guess even witches need living space, I guess... Ivette continued her trek through the halls But wait, what is this~?

A doorway of rune-carved wood led into a large circular room, in the center of which stood a big iron cauldron, surrounded by shelving and cabinets.

I mean, I am here to take a look around. She thought, and slipped in.

The cauldron was empty, the fire unlit, and the cabinets seemed to be locked.

On the shelving she mostly found tools like ladles, cutting boards and knives, weights and measurements, tongs, and the like. She was rather disappointed by the mundanity, again. Until she spotted something.

On one of the shelves, a number of small jars, bottles, pots, and sachets were laid out. In one of the bottles was a strange cut of bramble, that seemed to rise and sink as if it was breathing.

I should probably check if it's nothing evil or shady. She convinced herself to snoop a little more.

Too curious for her own good, Ivette couldn't resist poking the glass.

The bramble shot out to the wall of the bottle, startling her as it started slamming into the glass as if it was trying to attack itself to her finger.

Nope! Ivette thought, and getting out of the cauldrom room I'm not dealing with whatever that is. I should probably focus on that witch, anyway.

But while she managed to suppress vocalizing, she'd both failed to pay heed to the sound of her footsteps, and the disappearance of the witch's footsteps following her little detour.

Returning to sneaking around the house, she moved towards the witch's study, still unaware she'd been heard, and as she snuck close to a wall, a curvy, statuesque woman in black shot out from around the corner, followed by Ivette getting blinded by some black smoke and purple light.

"What the-" was all Ivette could say, before getting disoriented by a feeling of spinning and falling.

"What just happened?" she said to herself, as she tried to get her bearing.

"Well then, let's see what we have here." a woman's voice loudly resounded from above.

As the smoke and light cleared, it didn't take Ivette long to figure out what just happened: she got shrunk.

Time seemed to grind to a halt as Ivette looked the witch over.

The witch, who was already at least a head taller than Ivette had been, now towered over her, even as she lowered herself down to get a closer look at her victim.

A beautiful mature woman, with waist length raven black hair, piercing green eyes, and ghostly pale skin, wearing a sleeveless black dress that obviously struggled against the witch's curvaceous figure, with a cutout revealing the woman's cleavage, and two slits on the front of the skirt reaching up to the witch's hips, revealing her bare legs, from her thick thighs, down to the heeled gladiator boots hugging her calves.

For some reason, looking up at the giant woman made Ivette feel flushed, and made her heart beat faster.

Interesting, but this is hardly the time and place.

Ivette tore her attention away from the witch's body, and looked back up at her face.

Despite a wide brimmed hat cast a shadow over her face, Ivette could still clearly see the witch was tensing her jaw, narrowing her gaze, and pursing herlips, making the witch's displeasure quite apparent, and Ivette couldn't help but admire the witch's features regardless. She had a soft oval face, with full lips and a delicate nose. Despite the glare, her eyes still had a calming, hypnotic quality to them, like watching light dancing on gently running water.

Something was off, though, but it took Ivette a second look to pin down: her face was perfectly, unnaturally, symmetrical.

She shook her head and took a deep breath. Well, here goes nothing.

"Hi, I'm Ivette. I-" but the witch cut her off before she could finish.

"I don't care" the witch said "You're a trespasser, and I'm not really in the mood to deal with you right now."

"What do y- No, wait!" Ivette protested as the witch reached out with both hands, one coming straight for her, the other holding a small silk pouch. "Please-"

"Tace." the witch spoke, and Ivette's words were silenced "I have a letter to write, I'll deal with you after."

With that, she slung the silk pouch on her belt, and made her way back to the study.

And now I have this to deal with. Aliva sighed Should probably mention her in the letter, or they might send more people over for some rescue operation nonsense.

What should I do with her anyway? Aliva continued thinking about the tiny woman, incidentally calming down a bit from the distraction.

As she sat down at the desk, and got started on the letter, Aliva decided what to do with the shrunken trespasser: