Mary Lynn sits herself down at her kitchen table, wondering exactly how to handle her situation with you. She's still a little timid, but her arousal and lust for power is starting to take over. All day she had been unsure how to deal with the fact that she had stuffed a tiny man inside her bra the moment she saw you, but it just occurred to her that she doesn't have to apologize for anything. After all, you're half an inch tall, maybe less. What are you going to do about it?
You, meanwhile, are still in Mary Lynn's bra, wondering why nothing seems to be going on. After all that driving and walking, you think she sat down, and then for a few minutes nothing happens. That pause ends as gigantic fingers slip into the bra and wrap themselves around you. You feel the increasingly common sensation of being lifted up by a giant hand, and then Mary Lynn places you down on what turns out to be a kitchen table. You catch a quick glance around the living room of her apartment, but she's quick to start talking.
Mary Lynn, for her part, has decided to proceed with confidence. "WHAT WERE YOU DOING SPYING ON ME?" she booms out, probably a lot louder than she has to. "YOU THINK YOU CAN INVADE MY PRIVACY LIKE THAT?"
You're taken a little aback and you're not sure where to begin. "Wait, no!" you shout back up. "I was looking for help! You were the first person I found and I was just trying to-"
She cuts you off brusquely. "I DON'T WANT TO HEAR YOUR EXCUSES. YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST TAKE ADVANTAGE OF BEING HARD TO SEE BY OGLING ME. WELL YOU'RE GETTING A LOT MORE THAN YOU BARGAINED FOR."
You give up all hope of dignity and start to beg Mary Lynn for mercy, but she swoops you up in her hand before you can get two words out. You try to pry her fingers off of you, but she's far too strong. You're not even sure you'd want to, as she's already started walking somewhere else in her apartment.