"Hello little one, are you alright?"
"Whuh...?" You looked up, noticing that the dancer was now looking down at her cleavage—and at you. "N-no, I'm not alright... I-I was just walking along, and then all of a sudden..."
"Oh my, an unwitting visitor from another realm?" She seemed oddly okay with the revelation you provided, suddenly grabbing and squeezing her boobs together around you. "Well, I'm just glad I was able to provide you a soft landing, little one. My name is Riana. What is yours?"
"Oh, y-you can call me [Y/N]... B-but little one is fine. A-are you a dancer?" you asked, gently kneading the skin around you. "Y-your boobs are so soft..."
"Why thank you. And yes, I am a dancer." Riana gestured at the other dancers, who were doing last-minute adjustments to their clothes. "My friends and I arrived from the desert land of Kanoa, to share our style of dance with the world."
"Y-you must get a lot of money from performing."
"That we do," she giggled, hopping in place to make her breasts jostle. "Helps that our clothes are magically infused, to ensure we're comfortable, no matter what the temperature is."
"I-I see." You squirmed up to her sternum, gently rubbing the skin. "H-have... Have other guys tried messing with...?"
"Never successfully," she reassured, brushing your hair with a single finger. "But don't worry, you won't be subject to my wrath, little one."
"Th-thanks... S-so you're fine with me being in your boobs like this?"
"Absolutely. Don't worry, my friends and I will ensure you're nice and comfortable until we find you a way home—"
"RIANA!" You didn't have long to consider whether you wanted to go home after all when the green-clothed dancer called out, "Stop playing with your top, or you won't be getting on stage in time!"
"Coming, Palari! Sorry, little one, let me just..." Riana then proceeded to gently hide you by...