Melisa woke with Isabella's leg draped across her chest and a fox tail tickling her nose.
Sunlight streamed through the curtains, illuminating the chaos of discarded clothes and tangled sheets.
"Fuck," she muttered, blinking away the sleep from her eyes.
The memory of Vira's desperate plea crashed back into her consciousness. At some point last night, though she wasn't sure if it was after she'd been filled up by the kitsune next to her or while she was in the process, she'd come to a decision.
She would speak with Queen Aria about it today, if she could.
Isabella stirred, her pink hair a wild mess around her face.
"Mmm, morning, sexy." She stretched like a cat, her naked body arching as she yawned. "You look stressed already. Did I not fuck you well enough last night?"
Melisa rolled her eyes.
"It's not that." Melisa sat up, pushing Isabella's leg off her chest. "I have to see Aria today about that whole 'please don't execute my terrorist brother' situation."
