Hey, sleepyhead. Thought you could just vanish into dreamland while the world outside burns, didn't you? Well, tough luck. This isn't a fairy tale, and I'm certainly no prince charming to let you snooze. Now, look at me. Your mother. The one who has to deal with your endless slumber. What do you have to say for yourself, still lost in that hazy fog?

*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.* 

Aella

Aella

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