Well, no squandering this opportunity! Taking advantage of your mousey body's abilities, you scampered up the couch and into Roxanne Wolf's hot pants. You had to be careful to make sure you weren't visible on the outside, since there weren't any pants legs to conceal your presence too well. But it was worth it being in here, your nose picking up the lingering smell of Roxy's... musk, you guessed. Some sort of remnant of being worn around her loins more than a few times.
"...And... there we go. Alright, ready to go. Time to get out there. Wonder if Vanessa's free to join me for a race."
And you knew it was about to be worn again. Roxanne walked up, makeup done and stripped down to her underwear. You had to cling to the fabric as she lifted up the hot pants, her legs surrounding you like fluffy, muscular pillars. It didn't take long for your fabric-based elevator to reach its 'destination,' and you were now sandwiched between the tough fabric of the red-and-black hot pants, and the far-softer fabric of her black panties. And much though you wanted to be right up against her womanhood, which you could feel the contours of even now, you decided to hold off for a bit, as she threw on the rest of her outfit... Glancing up, your jaw almost dropped upon seeing how big her cleavage was up close, even with her crop top compressing her rack slightly. A few moments later, and you quietly yelped as she began to move, and you took that as your signal to clamber into her panties for a bit of extra security, with barely any notice from the keytarist beyond a slight stumble in her step. Now you could relax against her loins until she gets to her destination... Or, as you feel her fresher musk flood into your nostrils again, you could be a little mischievous and take a look around the local 'mouseholes'...