Between two floors (tails up)

Luna brushes her hair out of her face, and if falls back over her eyes. Not one to try fruitlessly, she leaves her hair hanging around her head and tries to gather her bearings.

She kicks her legs a bit, but finds no purchase. She moves on from the unproductive wriggling and lets her knees rest on the floor above her, crossing her ankles casually. On the other side of the floor, her tits hang loose and she feels blood start to rush into her head.

She looks up - or perhaps more accurately down - into the room she has just intruded into.