"~mmm~" Nightfire groaned as her eyelids fluttered open, her vision gradually focusing on the familiar ceiling, "Hmm... I'm back?" she mumbled groggily, taking in her surroundings.
The last thing she remembered was the unbearable hunger—her fingers trying desperately to satisfy the ache in her flower, yet failing miserably. The hunger had overwhelmed her so completely that her mind had short-circuited, plunging her into unconsciousness. 'Do you know what happened?' she inwardly asked Ashara.
But there was no response.
"Looks like she's already asleep," Nightfire muttered to herself, letting out a faint sigh. Then, she noticed a strange sensation—a cool breeze where there shouldn't have been one. She frowned and glanced down, only to freeze at the sight of her bare, exposed pussy.
"What the fuck?" she whispered, horrified.
