Under a desk.
In the dim shadows.
Barely lit by the LEDs coming off a PC set up near by.
Well worn down carpet that have the undeniable scent of someones feet.
Being there and greeted by soles that expect you to be there.
The sounds of a keyboard clacking up above, the gentle whirring of a pc fan.
As the giant above is on a headset, in a voice call talking to a group chat about the latest nerdy thing.
StarWars, Old Scifi shows theories, Latest videogame news ect.

While you are there, underfoot. Licking away.
Painting the toes with your own tongue very diligently covering every inch.

Some would say shrinking is much better than paying taxes & working 9-5
Just got to adapt to a new life style.