While the catgirl maids bustle around downstairs, tidying and sorting and making the mansion feel alive, Eris and I slip away to our bedroom.
Our new bedroom.
Our giant bedroom.
And we're doing something very, very important.
Jumping on the bed.
"Wooooohhh!" I squeal as I bounce up into the air, the mattress springing me higher every time Eris throws her weight down beside me.
"This is so cool!" I gasp between giggles, my hair flying in every direction. "I can't wait to sleep on this thing!"
The bed is huge. Ridiculously huge. The mattress is soft and springy—like it's made of clouds. The pillows are plump and marshmallowy, and the thick blanket sprawled across the top feels velvety and warm, with the faintest scent of vanilla and lavender.
Just being here makes my body want to melt into the sheets and never get up again.
Eris does a few more jumps—grinning like a kid at a festival—before flopping onto her back with a dramatic sigh.
