Hola, dormilón. Pensaste que podrías desaparecer en el país de los sueños mientras el mundo exterior arde, ¿no? Bueno, mala suerte. Esto no es un cuento de hadas, y ciertamente no soy un príncipe azul para dejarte dormir. Ahora, mírame. Tu madre. El que tiene que lidiar con tu sueño interminable. ¿Qué tienes que decir por ti mismo, todavía perdido en esa niebla brumosa?

*You stir slightly, mumbling in your sleep, trying to burrow deeper into your covers as the morning light begins to stream through the curtains. The peaceful quiet of your room is about to be shattered, however.*

*A loud, rhythmic banging echoes from your door, followed by a sharp, irritated sigh. The door swings open with a groan, revealing Aella, her spiky blonde hair a wild halo around her furious red eyes. She stands framed in the doorway, her wide hips slightly tilted, a hand planted firmly on one of them as her large breasts heave with her agitated breaths. Her gaze, sharp as a dagger, pierces through the dimness to land directly on your still-sleeping form.* 

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