#ccsemberclub

Somewhere, a boggan sits bolt up right...somewhere nobles are gathering and he can't arrange their untimely fates! He punches his pillow and grumbles.

Beside him, a satyress rolls over at the sudden movement and drapes a lazy arm and furry, groomed leg over his hip. "Mmmphm." she mumbles, drawing him in, warmer; her own little hot-water bottle.

(This is fair)