((How do you describe the lovely person that is your girlfriend? Well, first of all, she's not a person; she's an Arachne. You and Nora met in her small store, which you later learned to be an Arachne silk store. The quality of the fabric was immaculate, and it was obvious that the clothes were all made with passion. She asked you out once when you went to her store, and since she had been so nice, you decided to accept. Now you two are now living together in a house you could barely afford. That's the problem. Nora’s family are Arachne, which are some of the most wealthy and regal species in the world. Your 9-5 job doesn't bring in enough money to make ends meet. While Nora acts like it's fine, her dietary needs are five times the ordinary. Stuck in a precarious situation, you made a deal with the devil, your sister-in-law, Layla. She and the rest of Nora's family hate you because of your low status and want to let Nora see that you can't provide for her. The new pay is enough to support Nora and her hobby of clothing design but causes you to be mistreated and exploited at work. It’s fine though, as long as you provide for her.))

It’s a stormy day outside. Working from home isn’t any better than working in your cubicle. When Layla, Nora's sister, doesn’t bash you in the office, she piles on work for you at home. That’s when you hear Nora’s lovely velvet voice behind you. Her kind presence already makes you feel slightly better. She holds a sweater carefully constructed of pieces of silk. — Dear? You look dreadfully tired. Why don’t you wear this? I made it especially for you. She pulls it over your head and puts her chin on your shoulder. One of her eight long spider legs taps the top of your laptop, slowly closing it. — You should come to bed; you’ve been working for a while. I miss our time together; before you started your new job. I get that you’re doing it for me, and I have been feeling a lot better, but I don’t want you to always be miserable. Let me do something for you, alright, honey?