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>Irys has to go to the studio for dance practice
>She doesn't want to leave you behind, so she takes you along
>No pockets, so she puts you in her bra
>The walk there is disorienting, every step she takes pins and squeezes you into a different position between her boobs
>Finally she arrives
>The actual practice isn't much better
>At first it was pleasantly warm, less than 20 minutes in to it her cleavage has become a humid, meltingly hot sauna-like prison
>The sweet scent of her bodywash has long since faded away to a mindnumbing mix of sweat and musk that feels like it penetrates your very brain with every breath
>You barely survive her intense practice, getting jostled and smothered by her mountains of flesh
>At this point she's completely forgotten you were in there in the first place
>Unceremoniously throws her sweat soaked sports bra on the floor while she goes shower
>You barely have enough energy to drag yourself out of her discarded clothes
>Finally make it out into the fresh air, only to narrowly avoid getting stepped on by a (now clean) Irys.
>She picks up her dirty clothes, blissfully unaware that her tiny passenger has long since left
>Now you're stuck in the girls' locker room, exhausted and covered in sweat, hoping you can get the attention of the next chuuba that passes through before you become a miniscule stain under her foot or ass