All around you was a blue wasteland, outlined with a feather-like quality, only interrupted by black bands miles apart and a jutting mountain range in the distance. You knelt down and rubbed the ground to get a good feel of where you were. No ground like you had ever seen before, that is until the rumbling came and a mighty, booming voice thundered.
"Ah . . . what a nice day for a tan, and that idiot Stephen is nowhere to be seen."
You recognized that voice, Hannah! The tengu woman who considered you nothing more than dust to her, and right now, you literally were that small in comparison to her. What a terrible situation to be in. After examining some more, you figured that you had landed on the small of her back, the strap in the distance the back of her bikini top, and the mountain range behind you was her shapely butt.
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