[Suzerain of Sheol]

Thoroughly cleaned, oiled, perfumed, and equipped with fuzzy pajamas and comfy striped socks, Tsaerri lies nestled in a cocoon of silk blankets and fluffy pillows. A fresh blindfold and a pair of pink earmuffs insulate her from the outside world as the chemicals lingering in her body drag her quickly off to sleep. Maybe it isn't so bad to have a guy around the house after all, she can just sleep and pamper herself all day while he does all the work. Hell, she has money, she can just hire Gambooge as her butler probably. What, is he going to refuse? “Oh, ya, Tsae, I'd like, totally love to get paid for shacking up with the cutest girl in Kryta, but I've got... Gamboogey things to do. Like getting immiserated by a little rat-terrier bitch two continents away on a daily basis. But are you sure, Tsae? That sounds like something you would say, not me. Plus, you'd probably just shoot me if we moved in together anyway!”

He has a point. She probably would.

Tsae's very soundly asleep by now.