Distantly, Chloe could hear a strange sound, like someone thumping a broom handle against the ground at rapid speed. Except instead of coming from below, it was coming from somewhere on her floor, and getting closer. Louder and louder it became, until it became clear that this was more like the thundering footsteps of some impossibly fast creature! Just as it seemed ready to knock down her door, it stopped, and after a long moment she heard the happy chime of her doorbell<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Outside, Alice Masters waited impatiently, her big right foot tapping impatiently with a *thump**thump*thump* sound. One look at her, and it was easy to see how she had produced such a large sound from such a small movement: she had the kind of broad feet that swimmers would die for and fashionistas screamed in horror at the sight of. Clad in only a strange set of open-toed athletic shoes, they led up her bare legs to her muscled thighs and flaring hips, enshrouded by a heavy white skirt hanging off her back. Above, she had a pair of D cups restrained by a sports bra that seemed small in comparison to her powerfully toned thighs and ass, and a pretty face with night-black hair tied back in a thick braid. All of this in a frame that was barely over five feet tall.<br/><br/>Overall, not the modern ideal, but there was something about her that was alluring, that seemed to call out to the onlooker, letting them know that she would give them a wild ride they would never forget. Not that she looked in the mood for it right now-she was mildly flushed with exhaustion, sweaty, and irritated. This information hadn't been cheap or easy, and the client had better pay off. Such short notice, that she couldn't grab any of the relics her father-Hermes of the Greek Gods-had left her for her protection! Not to mention she had had to run up the gorge nearly to Idaho, then back and all the way to the coast to make the connection between her sources, the sylphs of earth and sea. Why couldn't fairies own a damn cell phone? Or at least live not in deserted shitholes?<br/><br/>Growing impatient, she began to ring the doorbell incessantly.<br/><br/>(http://i.imgur.com/tKFPQXJ.jpg)