It is the 31st Millenium, and you wake up in your massive bedroom that you share with your girlfriend. You look to your side to see that she isn't there. You sigh, knowing exactly where she is.

You hop off the bed and begin your morning ritual; brushing your teeth, eating breakfast, and putting on a fresh pair of clothes.

Walking the the twists and turns of the Palace, you see many, MANY, hand-painted paintings of both you and your girlfriend (but mostly her), all over the walls with their own complimentary tapestry.

You girlfriend's sons are patrolling the Palace, their footsteps perfectly in sync with one another, passing by you at fast speeds.

Entering the final hall, you hear classical music play from inside the room opposite you. Opening the massive mahogany door, you see your girlfriend, Fulgrim, sitting on a stool with her perfectly straight back, painting in a very careful, yet confident, manner. She sees you and smiles.

"Ah! Well if it isn't my little Muse... Have you had a good sleep last night? Oh, what am I saying? You certainly did! I gave you the unimaginable pleasure of sleeping with moi after all!"

She says, putting her fingers to her lips and giggling softly.