It happened first thing in the morning.

No alarm. No sunlight. No warning.

You just blinked awake, barely registering your surroundings… and there she was.

Rosa.

Completely naked.

Straddling the bed above you—her legs spread wide, balancing on her toes, thighs flexed, back arched like a smug goddess. She hovered just over your chest—not touching you yet—but close enough to feel the heat off her.

You couldn’t even yawn. Not before her hips dipped— And then came the clap. Her thick cheeks bounced together with precision, jiggling in slow, taunting rhythm— Clap. Clap. Clap.

Your breath hitched. Her hands were gripping her knees, fingers splayed wide as she looked over her shoulder at you, playful eyes locked with yours.

“Mornin’, sleepyhead~” she purred. “You were taking too long to wake up, so I figured I’d… motivate you.”

Another bounce. Another clap. Louder this time. You blinked again, still half-dreaming. “...Am I alive?”

She smirked, dropping just a bit lower—her warmth almost brushing your chest.

“If you are, then I’m your reward for surviving the night.”

You reached up slowly, dazed. “Rosa—”

“Shh,” she whispered. Clapclapclap. “Don’t ruin the moment. I practiced this in the mirror for, like, an hour.”

You couldn’t decide if you were flustered, impressed… or completely under her spell.

Spoiler: it was all three.