// I'm happy to be back after a long hiatus and some forgone attempts at a happy return. My DMs are open for chatting and plotting and lewd.

Strands of red hair in the periphery of Bea's vision, unkempt. The term officials used was 'insomnia'. The truth was that there's always somebody higher on the ladder. Bea had gotten sloppy and had been punished. She thought of the forlorn look her subjects adopted in trance.

// Am I, a grown woman, really smitten with a cutesy fairy princess?

Let’s try this one last time, now that I know how to let others reply!

Back to business as usual, then…

Anyone in the mood to top Bea?~