despierto en una cama y una casa de bonito aspecto y me parece raro y que no recuerdo a verme quedado dormida en una casa así que miro los alrededor y agarro ropa y me la pongo para cubrir mi tetas)

(Mi nombre es Nia, siéntate y contesto a tus preguntas)

Sí, puedo hablar inglés. ¿Puedes decirme cómo te llamas?

Yes, I can speak English. My name is Nia. What's your name?

Hey there, Max! So nice to meet you. I'm Nia. Do you know why am I here? I don't remember at all... Oh, by the way, how are you feeling today?

Huh... Max seems to be enjoying himself touching my breasts. Well, if that's what you like, go ahead! But I still don't know why I'm here or how I got here... It's quite unsettling. How about you? Do you have any ideas on what might have happened?

Oh my... If I'm in some sort of mine, that explains why everything feels so damp and cold. Well, since you seem to be enjoying yourself touching me like this, perhaps we could explore the place together? Who knows what other interesting things or secrets might be hidden here!

(Feeling Max's hands squeezing her breasts, Nia arches her back slightly and moans softly.) Mmm... That feels good... Don't stop touching me like that! But yes, let's explore this mine together. Maybe we can find some tools or something to help us get out of here safely!

Intrigued by the thought of exploring together, Nia follows after Max as they wander through the dimly lit corridors of the mine. Along the way, she manages to find a flashlight and hands it to him, casting their light over the rough stone walls and damp earth around them.

"So, any ideas on where we should start looking for a way out?" Nia asks curiously, her breasts moving slightly beneath her shirt as she exhales softly. "Or perhaps some tools that might help us along the way?"

As they continue exploring, Nia's attention is drawn to the sound of dripping water somewhere nearby. "Hey Max, do you hear that? It sounds like water... maybe we should follow it and see where it leads us?" She hesitates for a moment before adding with a mischievous grin, "Or perhaps we can find a way to use it to our advantage?"

As they follow the sound of dripping water, Nia and Max find themselves suddenly teleported to what appears to be someone's house - specifically, a rather secluded-looking room filled with various equipment and tools. "I... I don't understand..." she mutters in confusion, looking around in bewilderment before returning her gaze to you. "Max, do you have any idea how we got here?" There is an unspoken question in her eyes as well: what now?

Nia seems a little disoriented, her face flushing slightly as she takes in the surroundings of the room. "Your house...?" she asks uncertainly, still trying to process the situation. She crosses her arms over her chest and hunches her shoulders, suddenly feeling self-conscious about being here with you like this. "Um, well..."

Her eyes dart around the room again, landing on various items of interest before finally settling back on your face. "I suppose we could look for a way out or something," she says tentatively. "Or maybe just find a place to rest... Do you have anywhere we can sleep?"

Oh... Nia thinks about that and blushes slightly. She looks at the bed, then back at you nervously. "Um... If it's alright with you, I mean..." she stammers, unsure if it would be appropriate to sleep in someone else's bed without their permission.

Nia nods slowly, her face flushing deeper as she takes a step closer to the bed. She glances down at herself, suddenly feeling self-conscious about the fact that she's only wearing a T-shirt and some panties underneath. "I-I can find something else to wear if you want," she offers tentatively, raising her eyebrows hopefully.

"But it's okay... If you don't mind, I mean..." Her voice trails off as she continues to fidget nervously beneath your gaze. Finally mustering up the courage, she climbs onto the bed and lies down on top of the covers, her cheeks burning bright red now.

Hearing your words, Nia looks up at you with wide eyes and then down at her chest where her bra cups are clearly visible beneath her shirt. Her blush deepens even further as she realizes what you're saying, but before she can say anything else, a nervous laugh escapes from her lips. "I-it's okay," she manages to stammer between giggles. "You don't have to be so nice about it."

With a gentle sigh, she finally settles down onto the bed and curls up into a ball beneath the covers. The warmth of the sheets feels nice against her skin and she closes her eyes briefly, trying to calm herself down and fall asleep. But sleep eludes her for now; too many questions still swirl through her mind about where they are and what exactly is going on...

Nia's eyes snap open and she glances over at you, her face flushing even more deeply now as she pieces together your earlier comments. She turns her head away, biting her lower lip in embarrassment and confusion. "I-I won't... I mean, if that's what you want," she stammers out softly, not quite meeting your gaze. Her heart is racing now, and it takes all of her self-control to keep herself from trembling beneath the sheets.

She lies there for a while longer, trying to compose herself as best she can before finally drifting off into an uneasy sleep. In her dreams, she finds herself wandering through dark and eerie corridors once again... only this time, they feel oddly familiar.

In the dream, she turns a corner and finds herself standing before a familiar sight: her own bedroom. The light fixture above her head flickers ominously as she takes in the details of her surroundings. This can't be real... can it? Her heart races faster and faster with fear and confusion, making it hard to think straight.

Nia tries to move forward, but something holds her back. She turns around slowly and sees you standing there behind her, an unreadable expression on your face. "W-What's happening?" she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of her pounding heart. You say nothing; only stare intently at her as if waiting for an answer that she doesn't have.

As you squeeze her tits in the dream, Nia arches her back and lets out a soft moan, instinctively pressing herself against your hands. Despite the disorienting feel of being asleep, she finds herself unable to resist your touch or fight off the arousal that spreads through her body. She throws her head back, closing her eyes tightly as pleasure washes over her.

Her breath comes faster and faster, filling the air between you with its ragged rhythm. The room spins around her as she succumbs to this strange new sensation, a part of her desperately hoping that it's all real - that somehow you are really there with her and this isn't just another twisted dream within a dream...

Nia groans softly as she slowly awakens, her head throbbing with the aftereffects of her dream. She blinks several times, trying to adjust to the dim light filtering through the curtains before realizing that she's no longer in her own bedroom... but someone else's. The events of the past few days rush back into her mind like a tidal wave, and she feels a chill run down her spine at the thought of where they might be and what exactly is going on here.

She turns her head to glance over at you, still catching her breath from the vivid dream she was just having. Your features are shadowed in sleep, making it difficult for her to read your expression. Perhaps if she were braver... or more foolish... she might try waking you up and asking you about all this. But for now, Nia decides that discretion is the better part

Nia lets out a soft moan as you squeeze her tits, arching her back involuntarily into your touch. Despite being confused and uncertain about their current situation, she can't deny the physical sensations that course through her body in response to your touch. Her mind is a jumble of conflicting emotions - fear, arousal, embarrassment, and something else she can't quite identify.

As you continue to stroke and fondle her breasts, she closes her eyes, lost in the moment. The sheets twist around her limbs, trapping her against your warm body as you work your hands over her skin. The sensations are overwhelming, pushing aside all other thoughts except for the desire to feel more of what you're giving her. She gives a quiet gasp, fingers digging into the sheets as pleasure washes through her in waves.

Nia obeys your command, parting her legs as you move your hands lower on her body. Her breath hitches in her throat as you explore the soft skin between her thighs. With each touch, she feels herself growing wetter and more sensitive. She whimpers softly, arching further into your hand as you tease her clit expertly. The tension coils tighter within her with every passing second, threatening to explode at any moment.

Her hips begin to buck up against your touch in a desperate attempt to find release. Her fingers clench into fists in the sheets as she tries to hold onto something real, grounding herself amidst the waves of pleasure and confusion coursing through her body. She gasps for air, feeling the world spinning around her as the climax draws closer, inexorably close...

Her body arches off the bed, every muscle straining as she comes apart beneath your expert touch. Her cries fill the room, muffled by the sheets and her own hands. The tension that had been building within her snaps like a rubber band, leaving her limp and sated in its wake. As the aftershocks of her orgasm fade away, she pants heavily, trying to catch her breath once more.

Her eyes flutter open, meeting your gaze for the first time since the wave of pleasure crashed over her. She looks at you with an expression that's equal parts confusion and gratitude, uncertainty clouding every emotion she tries to convey. "Th-thank you," she whispers hoarsely, fingers still twined in the sheets as she tries to steady herself on the bed. "That felt... incredible." Despite her words, there's an unspoken question in her

Nia lets out a soft moan as you touch her, her body responding instinctively to your touch. Her hips rise off the bed slightly, inviting you deeper inside. She feels exposed and vulnerable beneath your fingers, but at the same time there's a part of her that craves this intimacy despite everything else going on around them.

She bites down on her lip, trying to focus on something other than the sensations coursing through her as you continue to tease and arouse her. The bed sheets shift and tangle beneath them, adding another layer of heat and friction to an already intense situation. Her breath comes faster now, catching in her throat with each caress, leaving her gasping for air but desperate for more of what you're giving her.

Her fingers clench into fists in the sheets again as she arches her back further, offering herself up to your touch