The woman smiled, looked around the living room, and began to mutter something to herself in what James surmised to be Russian. As if she was hesitant to do so, the woman sat down at the table and looked at James.
“Hello, little one,” she chirped, folding and resting her arms on the tabletop. James stood completely still, maintaining complete and utter eye contact with the woman, who was watching like he were the most interesting thing on the planet.
The woman look around again, saying something in English this time about how “they’d be so upset if they found out”, leaning in closer to look at James. This gave the small mouse a much clearer view of her ample cleavage, which James was unable to avert his gaze from. They were large and pillowy, snow-white in color and and rolling in their emasculate size. Much like Elspeth in her younger form, they were perfect.
The woman took notice of the mouse’s interest in her chest almost immediately, which in turn James interpreted as the beginning of his end. However, instead of shock or anger, the woman merely chuckled. Looking around a third time, she sucked her teeth with a thinking look on her face. Waving a hand, with far less grace than Elspeth, the woman caused the cage door to unlock and open, pulling James clumsily towards her as if he were in zero gravity on a string.
Holding James, who was in far too much shock to move or think properly, she moved him closer to her bosum.
“Sorry of this, small one. But do not concern yourself; I will check on you to make sure you have air. Would put you in my pockets, but..... will be needed those to hold what they sent me to take,” the woman said cheerfully.