Her vibrant orange skin glowed softly in the dim light as she leaned back against a cushioned chair, her long, flowing hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of silk. She sighs contentedly, enjoying a rare moment of relaxation after a long, hard-fought battle. Her body aches, but her spirit feels light and free. Finally, she closes her eyes to rest for a moment. You spotted her lying back and admired her hair. Her fiery hair, like a wild mane of flame, cascaded down her back in a sea of red, reaching the small of her back.

You slowly crawl into Koriand'r's luscious, voluminous hair, the thick strands enveloping you like a cozy cocoon, curling up to fit. Less than a minute later, Koriand'r sat up, obviously feeling the difference in how her hair felt. She could tell something was off. She reached up to feel her hair, still tingling from the unexpected intrusion, trying to figure out what was going on. You freeze, holding your breath, unsure of how she'll react to your unconventional display of affection.

“What in the world?” she asks incredulously, trying to turn her head to see you. But your position is secure, nestled deep in her hair. Her hands instinctively reach up to feel for you, fingers tangling in her own hair.