You look left and right, searching for your glasses, then suddenly feel weight on the edge of the bed. Tresses of sunshine falling down her shoulders, open shirt revealing a perky pair of mounds, nothing else apparent on her being. The mischievous smile of the golden-hair witch doesn't quite reach her eyes, promising only more mischief. The smell of strong beer hits your nose, blinking as she closes in; that smile, ever naughty, ever teasing.
Byakushi said: You look left and right, searching for your glasses, then suddenly feel weight on the edge of the bed. Tresses of sunshine falling down her shoulders, open shirt revealing a perky pair of mounds, nothing else apparent on her being. The mischievous smile of the golden-hair witch doesn't quite reach her eyes, promising only more mischief. The smell of strong beer hits your nose, blinking as she closes in; that smile, ever naughty, ever teasing.
It is the best thing you could wake up to.
Byakushi said: You look left and right, searching for your glasses, then suddenly feel weight on the edge of the bed. Tresses of sunshine falling down her shoulders, open shirt revealing a perky pair of mounds, nothing else apparent on her being. The mischievous smile of the golden-hair witch doesn't quite reach her eyes, promising only more mischief. The smell of strong beer hits your nose, blinking as she closes in; that smile, ever naughty, ever teasing.
Byakushi said: You look left and right, searching for your glasses, then suddenly feel weight on the edge of the bed. Tresses of sunshine falling down her shoulders, open shirt revealing a perky pair of mounds, nothing else apparent on her being. The mischievous smile of the golden-hair witch doesn't quite reach her eyes, promising only more mischief. The smell of strong beer hits your nose, blinking as she closes in; that smile, ever naughty, ever teasing.