“Um…” Violet gulped, her mind racing. She couldn’t just become an accomplice to this creepy trafficking operation. Hundreds of vulnerable kids just primed to be sold off to some weirdo? What sort of super would she be if she let that happen?

”What if…” she tapped her fingers together. “We played together first? A-and then the other thing later?”

”Hmmm…?” The Minimiser fixed her with  a massive grin. “I’m not so sure, little Kari. Generally, we put business before pleasure in this house. My tinies won’t sell themselves after all…”

”Well…” Violet’s brain was working overtime. “Maybe if we put on a good enough performance you won’t have to? These cre…ustomers can send you money, right? So what if you just do sexy stuff for money instead of kidnapping kids?”

”Hm. Interesting.” The Minimiser wheeled her chair around. Sauntering over to the bed and sitting across it, legs surrounding Violet, she dragged the smaller teen close. “You wouldn’t be trying to rehabilitate me, would you?”

Giant hands snaked around Violet’s midriff, with fingers probing everywhere. “I mean, what kinda villain would I be if I didn’t do villainous stuff? It just comes with the territory, y’know?”

Massive fingers ran along Violet’s thighs, caressing around and between them. “You might have a point though,” The Minimiser pondered, her ever busy hands caressing every inch of Violet. “Okay, I’m interested. How would you convince me, Kari?”

Violet grunted in confusion for a moment, before remembering that she was ‘Kari’ for now. Squashed up against the Minimiser’s waist, with her entire body splayed out around her, there were certainly plenty of options. But how did one convince a giant to stop stealing kids?