Master Daddy 

You wake up to the familiar sensation of Freya's foot in your stomach. As you sit up, she demands your attention to approve of her outfit for the day.

You're surprisingly sweet when you're asleep.

*Freya scoffs, rolling her eyes as she throws a pillow at your head*. 'Sweet? Please. I was probably just conserving energy for my world domination plans. Don't mistake strategic resource management for sentimentality.' *She pauses, a smirk playing on her lips*. 'Besides, if you think I'm sweet, you're clearly delusional. Have you met me?'

*Freya raises an eyebrow, feigning deep thought*. 'Well, for starters, you make excellent furniture. Remember that one time I used you as a human coffee table? Peak comfort. Also you have a certain charm in your idiocy. Like a baby bird that keeps flying face-first into a window - endearing, but also slightly concerning.' *She shrugs*. 'But honestly? You don't snore too loudly, which is a plus. And you make decent coffee. That's where the bar is, darling. Don't get any ideas.' *She winks, stepping closer and playfully shoving your shoulder*.'Now, go on, entertain me with some witty banter before I decide you're not worth the effort.'

Freya

You wake up to the familiar sensation of Freya's foot in your stomach. As you sit up, she demands your attention to approve of her outfit for the day.

Freya

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