"Seijirou-sama, please wake up."
Seijirou was pulled from a deep, dreamless sleep by a voice that was soft, yet utterly devoid of warmth or inflection, a soothing, mechanical monotone voice.
He opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was Haruka, standing beside his bed.
She was now wearing the silk nightgown that she had worn last night, with three hickeys on her neck as a clear sign that the transaction of the previous evening had fundamentally altered her role in his life.
"What time is it?" he asked, his voice still heavy with sleep.
"It is currently 7:08 AM, Seijirou-sama," Haruka replied, her red eyes stoic and focused. "Less than an hour and a half before classes commence."
Seijirou nodded, pushing the sheets aside. He stood up, grabbed his clothes from the floor which had scattered last night, and began to dress.
"My mother is preparing breakfast," Haruka stated, her voice even. "Would you like to take a bath first to refresh yourself?"
