Custom: You come to the States from another Country to pay for my shrinking services. I ask you if anyone knows that you came here, and you reveal that no one has a clue, you're in the US. That's when things take a turn for the worst. I make you sign a few documents, and give you a shrinking pill. You wake up, bound with tape, and I go into detail of all the things I could do with you at my mercy. I then tell you exactly how I plan on using you. You will be placed inside my asshole and will alert me when the panties I fart in and sell are smelly enough.