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It's been quite a while since I've made something with Ilse.

After placing their bus onto the surface of one of her discarded flip flops, Ilse watches from above as the tiny shrunken tour group ventures out to view her massive wrinkled soles towering high above their heads. She rests her bare feet on the dashboard of her car and gently presses her soft little toes into the windshield, wiggling them playfully and leaving a light trail of residue on the glass. She can lay back and relax as the shrunken men and women explore her car.
Meanwhile, outside of the small car, life carries on as an ordinary warm, sunlit day with nobody outside aware of the tiny tour group and whatever adventures they may be embarking on at their new scale.

Description
It's been quite a while since I've made something with Ilse.

After placing their bus onto the surface of one of her discarded flip flops, Ilse watches from above as the tiny shrunken tour group ventures out to view her massive wrinkled soles towering high above their heads. She rests her bare feet on the dashboard of her car and gently presses her soft little toes into the windshield, wiggling them playfully and leaving a light trail of residue on the glass. She can lay back and relax as the shrunken men and women explore her car.
Meanwhile, outside of the small car, life carries on as an ordinary warm, sunlit day with nobody outside aware of the tiny tour group and whatever adventures they may be embarking on at their new scale.