Fångad i smutsiga kläder med utsikt över jätteinnans rumpa

A gust of wind transported me to this giant's bed, the life of a tiny is not easy, trying not to be seen I hid behind some fluff, it was obvious that I was hot, I saw beads of sweat fall from the giant and suddenly he took off his shirt, threw it away and I was trapped under the sweaty clothes