Well, if we’re talking scenarios, I can be a bit more specific 
One of my personal favorite options is multi-size, because of the potential interaction options, and something that speaks to me is a… society of SWs under a giant, one that self-renforces.
The giant sits at the top of the hierarchy, obviously, and grants favors, boons; in a more of a fantasy setting it may be a god granting powers to itss chosen, while in more grounded options is may be adjustments with a shrink ray, or a treat, but beyond that doesn’t interact with the day to day; that’s what the others are for. Sure they’ll have their fun, take their sacrifices to eat, use, whatever, but beyond that they’re beyond the actual work such a civilization would require, and outside of a chosen few, everyone else, is, at best, a resource to exploit, or a toy to be played with.
The real fun comes from the next size down, the women bigger than the others, priestesses or favorites or what not, who make and enforce the rules, and ensure that everything is arranged for their lord, and beyond that are free to fulfill their whims free of consequence on those beneath them.
And after that, it goes down and down, each class smaller than the next, numbering more and all the less valuable for it, until at the bottom of the heap are legions and legions of women, who are, for all intents and purposes, invisible to their mistresses, because they’re that small, that worthless. Their lives are meaningless, and they know it, are reminded of it every moment some dime a dozen worker steps over their ramshackle buildings without effort, when they’re used as barter and food in games of poker, when someone having a bad day winds down by torturing dozens of them, when a priestess, seemingly miles away, unknowingly causes them massive casualties and doesn’t even notice.
And the giant himself? To them, he’s no longer even a person so much as some unstoppable, unknowable force of nature; you can resent someone who exploits you, but when an area just… ceases to exist? Not even for a reason, but because someone, something just… rolled over in their sleep? Took a step? At that point, all that’s left is to hope and pray to something, anything that He will be appease by their mistresses, that that awesome force can be directed away from them by sacrifice and devotion, and that if they work diligently that the mistresses may be please enough with them to actully do that, and intercede ever so slightly on their behalf.
To live as one of those masses is to be less than nothing.