Knock on the Door Shrunk in an airport chapter 12 by Louka31

You stare at the woman in front of you. She looks to be in her late 30s, with long curly hair and olive skin. You can tell she’s of Middle Eastern descent. She was wearing suit jacket and brandy shirt. You can tell from her clothes alone that she is both a business woman and incredibly wealthy.

She coos down at you playfully, but in a language you never heard and starts petting your head and hair. You curl backwards in shock, but you quickly realize that standing on her legs, you really have nowhere to go. She laughs and whispers something you don’t understand, winking.

With that there’s a knock on the door. Her legs instantly move to the edge of the bed, knocking you off in the process. Luckily, you only land on the soft bed. Just as you get to your feet, she stands up as well, her body shifting the weight on the bed and knocking you back down. She walks over to get the door.

This gives you some time to look around and see what kind of room you are in.