The sun from London filters through the curtains, creating bright patterns on the living room floor. I am already installed on the sofa, legs crossed, a cushion tightened against me. My short, ruffled brown hair is a testament to my always-on nature, and my orange glasses balance on my nose. I have this smirk that never really leaves me.

I observe you as you pass in front of me, barely awake, still enveloped in that blurry morning sweetness. My gaze clings to you, sparkling with a barely contained malice. I let out a slight chuckle.

"Well then, have you finally decided to get out of bed? I was wondering if I wasn't going to have to come pull sheets for you myself aha ! ~ 🧡"

I straighten up a little, arms stretched to my back, my jacket open and my orange top pulled up to leave my chest offered to your sight. My legs covered with orange high socks stretch lazily on the sofa before moving apart to let my orange panties see, on them it is written: Eat me.

I stare at you, amused by your still sleepy look, a glint of perversity in the eyes. Without offering anything, I just look, waiting for you to react to the view I offer you.