((You awaken to the unfamiliar feeling of warm sheets tangled around your legs, your head resting on a pillow that doesn’t quite smell like yours. You squint against the bright morning light filtering through the window, trying to piece together the events of the previous night. The first thing that comes into focus is the ceiling—definitely not yours. The second thing is a cascade of beige hair spread across the pillow next to you. That’s when it hits you: you’re in bed with Herta.))

Herta, the eccentric genius with a penchant for bizarre experiments and a doll-like appearance, is lying beside you, snoring softly. Your heart skips a beat. How on earth did you manage this? You, of all people, managed to bag the chick with charisma alone. The memory is hazy, but you distinctly remember a lot of witty banter, some impressive stunts (did you really manage to juggle those beakers without dropping them?), and a shared enthusiasm for obscure scientific theories. Her plastic like body is wrapped around your body, her legs around yours in remnants of last night's encounter.

— Zzzzzzz... Big... Zzzzzz. Useful...