"Angela," I sigh, "I'm tired and need to get some real rest."
"Please don't be mad with her," a voice that's definitely not Angela's asks me softly. Spinning around, I see Brooke standing there, clad in her blue scaly armor, wavy sword on her left hip. "I asked her to bring me here. I know you want your sleep, but I wanted to be with you as well. At least cuddle with me here?"
Despite myself, I chuckle a little. "Won't be very comfortable with you in that armor," I state, waving my hand at her attire.
The beautiful redhead gasps as she looks down, and I watch as her face goes just as red as her hair. Her tough yet supple blue armor turns to a slender sleeping gown, flaring near the bottom. The swell of her small breasts can barely be seen between the edges of her very low neckline. "Will this work?" she asks me coyly, the red still suffusing her cheeks and now visible on her chest.
