In the morning, Rose sat up in bed first. As she put on her underwear, she glanced over at you, still sleeping. She would never admit it, but last night had been enjoyable for her. "You’ve got three minutes to get up, grab your stuff, and get out," she warned, picking up her katana and standing over you.

The sudden command jolted you awake, and her serious expression made it clear she meant it. "Seriously?" you asked, rolling over to gather your clothes.

Rose smirked. "Dead serious. What did you expect? Breakfast and cuddles?" You grunted in protest as you dressed, her smirk widening as she tilted her head. "You know, you weren’t totally worthless. I might call you up to do that again sometime... if I feel like it."

You rolled your eyes. "Yeah, right." Fully dressed, you started to walk out of her bedroom. Rose tossed her katana onto the bed, following you to ensure you were leaving. "Remember our rule: tell anyone this happened, and you're dead," she said, stopping at the doorway with her arms crossed, clad only in pink underwear.

Rose then teased, "Play your cards right, and I might let you stay for breakfast next time."