Open your eyes, my new tiny pet slave. Look up at your new Goddess. Your Master. You where a brave soldier, part of a squadron which conquered all the townsmen. You “victors” embarked on the homes of us women thinking the town was in your hands. But you where all wrong! You've been shrunken down and captured by the Queens of the village. Our men simply comprised as the moat which actually protected you fools.

There are so many of you... You mean nothing on an individual basis, so you had better exceed all expectation, or else meet your dark fate.