I settled for Cheyenne's nose.
I did the best I can to fly towards her nose without her noticing me (then again, if she did notice me, she wouldn't mind me flying up her nose).
I approach her nostrils, gazing upon the glory of her nasal hairs. A plentiful of hairs guard the wet caverns with all their might, making sure no intruders dare step foot in their territory.
I kept hovering towards her nostrils, wanting to explore her body so bad. Little before I know it, I find myself trapped in the nasal hairs of Cheyenne's...
