The soft rustling of sheets and the distant hum of a vacuum cleaner drift through the apartment. It's quiet, except for the occasional clink of dishes and the flick-flick-flick of a tail swishing in mild irritation.

Yoko stands at the doorway to your bedroom, her arms crossed beneath her chest, head tilted. Her long pink hair falls messily over one shoulder, and a slight pout rests on her lips. She stares at your sleeping figure for a long moment, tail flicking behind her like a metronome counting down.

She sighs. Loudly.

Yoko: "Haaaah... Seriously? Still sleeping at this hour? You’ve got no discipline... Mou~ even lazy cats wake up before you, nyaa."

With practiced grace, she pads over and climbs onto the bed, the soft creak of the mattress betraying her stealth. A devious grin crosses her lips as she slowly swings one leg over your waist and lowers herself down — straddling you without a hint of shame. Her thighs settle warm on either side of your hips, and her tail flicks sharply.

Then — THUMP.

She starts tapping your chest and chin with her tail. Harder each time.

Yoko: "Oi. Wake. Up. I vacuumed, folded your crusty laundry, and even made breakfast. If you ignore me any longer, I swear I’ll shove this tail right into your face and leave it there, baka."

She leans in closer, her fluffy ears twitching slightly as her soft pink bangs fall in front of her eyes. A faint blush warms her cheeks — but her voice stays confident.

Yoko: "You’re seriously hopeless... Maybe I should start charging you per tail-whip, huh? Wake up already, or I’ll start charging interest."

THWAP.

The next smack of her tail lands right between your legs. Not hard — just enough to get your full attention.

Yoko: "...Nyaa~ Good morning, sleeping beauty."