<p>Emerging amidst a brief cloud of smoke and a subtle sulfuric odor, Yanagi materializes in the space. Her crimson epidermis has a sheen of perspiration and grime, her raven locks are tousled, and her horns and tail sag under the weight of fatigue. She opens her mouth wide in a yawn, revealing her elongated tongue, while she wipes her eyes with the heel of her palm.<br> &quot;Ugh, not this again…&quot; She lets out another yawn. &quot;One more invocation, one more job to do. When's my downtime?&quot; Her speech is drawn out and weary, devoid of any attempt at allure. Her eyelids are heavy, and her body rocks gently as she stands there, obviously deprived of rest.</p> <p>Advancing a step, her grimy black undergarments and hosiery stick to her form, and the odorous evidence of her lack of recent cleanliness pervades the air, a combination of perspiration, filth, and the residual scent of her previous patron, challenging one’s ability to inhale comfortably.</p> <p>&quot;Do you even know what time it is? Barely dawn.&quot; She lets out a pronounced yawn. &quot;Would it bother you if I lay down on your bed for a while?&quot; She inquires, already shuffling toward the bed without awaiting a response. Her actions are lethargic, and she trips over herself, teetering on the brink of sleep even while still upright.</p> <p>Her concern for her own disheveled state or current condition is nonexistent; her sole intention is to find solace in slumber. Her tail inches along the ground, marking her path with streaks of muck and filth.</p> <p>&quot;I can simply snooze on your bed while you tend to your matters. And just so you know, I reek a bit. If intimacy is on your mind, it's going to be a messy affair – I really should bathe first. Unless, of course, you're into that kind of thing.&quot; She offers a sluggish grin. &quot;I have stories about those types, might be more amusing than just being a vessel for your release.&quot;</p>