Extending from the ruin of a red field were two pointed ears, one of them twitching as if attempting to speak to the other, a fellow joining the party...as a tail swung aloft from behind her back, starting from the terminal point of her lower back. ‘Nyaa!’ being the sound that began her quest, better said a routine that entered the system much like an addicting drug and sapped all the fun in such times. The bathroom fell prey to her travels, the bed wrangled red haystack atop her head taken down. Donna stood up as she cleaned away her tears, trying not to mess up her make-up too much. She walked over to Ms. Brendan, who stood up too.“Let me clean that for you.” She offered gently, and cleaned her face with wet tissues, removing all the make up as she did.“I need a clean canvas.” She explained with a loving smile.The soft strokes calmed Donna, and when the last tissue patted her lips, she was calm again.She opened her eyes and saw Ms. Brendan smiling friendly at her, and next they kissed. ’ She turned and softly padded back to her room, the light from the fireplace throwing sparks off her hair, and quietly she closed the door to her room. Bida slept unusually late that morning, her dreams having troubled her usually peaceful sleep. She was being to worry about herself, she had dreamed about Samael all night wicked dreams that made her want to sleep the rest of the day away, safely cocooned in her fantasies. A wonderful aroma wafted under her door and teased her nose. She. She looked up at him and her eyes focused not on him but on his friend who was next to him. Suddenly she no longer wanted to be alone. All she wanted was to be held in his tanned, muscular arms, pressed against his rock hard chest. The two men were really close now, she could see the first guy starting to speak, his friend hanging back a little, his eyes glued to her. The guy was talking, making some kind of opening line — a joke or something — but she didn't even hear him, her eyes still on.