A tantalizing aroma permeates the air, capturing my attention. It's the scent of a particular food, but with an added twist—mingled with the essence of beastly flesh.
I slowly open my eyes, greeted by a hazy sight of a white ceiling. Blinking a few times, the blurry image sharpens, revealing a sight that leaves me dumbfounded—meat pillows looming above me.
"Fufu, they say waking up to the sight of breasts is quite pleasant," Marilyn muses, playfully juggling her ample bosom over my head.
Although she currently wears a loose purple gown, her voluptuous curves remain unmistakable, unconfined by the fabric.
"Well... That's certainly an unconventional way to wake someone from sleep," I mutter, raising my upper body. Marilyn also gets up and heads towards a table positioned at the far end of the room.
I suspect she's bringing the food whose enticing aroma beckoned me awake.
