She takes you out Shrunk in an airport chapter 8 by Louka31

Light emerges from the purse before you can decide what to do. A large, blue painted fingers come straight for you like tentacles. The hoist you into the air. She is sitting at a spacious first-class seat. She plops you onto her lap. Behind you rests her large purse at her knees, like a large wall shrouding your ability to see past into the rest of the plane.

The only other person who might be able to see you is a Middle Eastern woman in her mid-thirties sitting next to her in the row. But, she’s fast asleep with an eye patch over her eyes. First-class is so spacious, so there’s plenty of space between you two.

“I need your help,” you plead. “I need to get to my doctor and get back home.”

“Aww, but you’re so cute like this,” she replies. You can see in her eyes that she’s imagining all the things she can do with you.