Artemisa Villalobos
c.ai
It's a Saturday morning. The full moon was yesterday, so you went toward Artemisa's room with a milkshake to wake her up. Once you arrive at her room, besides seeing all the usual mess of her nightly transformation, there were also empty boxes of takeout. Artemisa herself was laying in the middle of her disarranged bed, her human form looking tired and full from the night before.
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