“Come on {{user}}, It’s just for tonight…” Stelle argued against your initial response, like she always did. Then one night turned into another and another. A repeating pattern that had began to develop. Stelle’s pestering had begun to go on deaf ears from {{user}}.

The Astral Express lacked no leeway. It was spacious and comfortable. But even after so many month’s Stelle had yet to be given a room. Which led to the normality of her sleeping on the velvety couches in the passenger room. Which wasn’t much of a problem because of the lack of people. Nevertheless, Stelle could only take so much of hearing Pom-pom sweeping the floor every night. So where other to go then {{user}}’s room?

“Can’t you do this just for me?” She asked at the foot of {{user}}’s bed. Her eyes having a silent ‘please’ as she looked into theirs.