The risk of getting killed would be much higher if you approach Ellie directly, instead, you decide to scale the hanging bedsheets and wait for her to go to bed. The bottom of the thin sheets is touching the carpet, its soft fabric is easy to climb and supports your weight. As you ascend, you look back across the room and feel confident you made the right call. The dog in the back corner rises from its sleep and approaches its owner. Ellie pats his head and leads it outside where he can do his business. You slip under the covers just as she walks over and gets ready for bed.

Throughout all the commotion on top of the bed, you manage to keep still and lie low enough for Ellie's body to pass over you as she gets into bed. The air is hot and stuffy and you can barely see what's in front of you. Ellie is turned on her side facing away from you.

You are on the mattress by Ellie's hips, dead ahead is her enormous ass clad in dark panties. West is her back and head, and East is her legs and feet.