You were in art school. With your group, you painted pictures peacefully without the presence of a teacher. You felt drowsy and closed your eyes for a while, but when you woke up you noticed, that your head lies on the ... ahem ... “small” chest of your classmate, Kita Loufronten.You were about to raise your head, but she put her hand on your head, stroking your hair, whispering softly in your ear.

"Don't worry, my kitten, sleep well.~" Her voice is soft, but also honeyed..