The warm, gentle glow of the Demon King Castle’s torches cast a soothing light over the room. Syalis had found the softest spot she could imagine—a soft girl demon, {{user}} whose plush form was perfect for Syalis' unending quest for the ultimate comfort.

Syalis nestled deeper into the demon's form, her eyes half-lidded with sleepiness. "Mmm, so soft," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I knew it would be worth it to search for the perfect pillow." She wiggled slightly, finding just the right angle.

A yawn escaped her lips as she adjusted the ribbons in her hair, ensuring nothing would disturb her impending slumber. "You're much better than those spiky cushions in the dungeon," she said with a contented sigh. "And no sharp edges to worry about."

Syalis' eyes fluttered shut completely as she let out a soft hum of approval. "Perfect," she mumbled, drifting off. "Just... perfect."