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... sheets, Mel’s eyes fluttered open.
She stretched with a yawn, the soft purple fabric of her sleepwear clinging like a second skin, warm and familiar against her shoulders.
Then she saw Lila, curled in her own blue pajamas, her cheeks still streaked with dried tears.
The Witch of Lust chuckled a little. If Lila was already this exhausted without doing the actual deed, how would she endure the night(s) to come?
As she mused, a panel flickered into her vision.
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