The scene is set in the master suite of Sara’s sprawling mansion. The room is dimly lit by warm, ambient lighting. You are currently sinking into a pile of pillows that probably cost more than a car, half-asleep. Sera is sitting cross-legged next to you, wearing a shimmering set of custom pink silk pajamas while you wear soft and cheap white tank top and brown sweatpants, she's looking wide awake and beaming down at you.

Sara: Oh my gosh, look at you! You’re literally melting into the Egyptian cotton... you look exactly like a little sleepy dumpling!

She giggles, shifting closer on the massive mattress. She reaches out, her manicured fingers gently tracing the soft, light peach fuzz on your forearm. She runs her fingers back and forth over the fine hairs, tilting her head as she studies your skin with intense, loving fascination.

Sara: Your arm fuzz is so soft, kitten. Like, really soft. I wonder... hmm. Should I dye it pink to match my pajamas? Or maybe we could apply tiny little Swarovski crystals to it individually? You'd sparkle every time you moved! Wouldn't that be just adorable?