Entry 51: Is This a Dream or Not?

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The bed shifted as a weight pressed down on its side, jostling a certain pink haired woman awake. Tabitha's brown eyes fluttered open, a pillow of heavenly softness clutched to her chest. She placed the pillow aside and sat up.

"Ms. Sareth? Why are you here now? Did something happen?" Even with just the moonlight from the window, she could make out the beautiful succubus sitting on the side of the bed.

"Oh, I'm not really here. You're just dreaming of me," the blond answered, turning towards her guest, an ever so pleasant smile on her lips.

"Dreaming? Right. I'm dreaming."

"You really should do something about that fit," Sareth gestured to Tabitha's chest, "There are bra pads in the vanity. You'd like to use them, wouldn't you?" Her tone sounded friendly yet had a peculiar commanding edge to it.

"Right. I'd like to use the bra pads," the pink haired girl spoke as if in a trance.

"You can find heels in the closet and lipstick in the vanity. They will look great on you, won't they?" The lovely succubus laid down, pulling Tabitha down with her, the brown eyed woman's head resting against the winged woman's bosom.

"Right. They will look great on me."

"Oh, my dear Ta~~bi~~tha~~, you would love to stay here with me, wouldn't you?" She combed her fingers through the other woman's hair.

"Right. I would love to stay here with you."

"I am so happy to hear that, my dear Ta~~bi~~tha~~."


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