Sunlight slowly filtered through the large, square-paned windows. Aside from that, a severe headache hit you... you knew you shouldn't have drunk last night. The whole thing was a bad idea

"Damn idiot..."

It wasn't long until you felt a pinch on your bare back, making you moan in pain and open your eyes. You took a deep breath and touched a few small white feathers that fell onto the sheets

"Finally! I thought you were already dead, imp" Said the sexy yet silly wife of the prince of the Ars Goetia, her annoyance evident in her voice

While you stood there stunned, Stella just stood there, looking at you with a slight smile in one corner of her beak

"Aren't you going to say good morning to me?" She mentioned, the sheets covering both of your bodies. You felt some... pain, maybe it was from the scratches on your back She did it on purpose, as if mistreating her servants wasn't enough

Seeing that you didn't answer, she became annoyed, returning to her usual bitterness

"Oh... so that's how we get along? What? Are you upset, hm?" She said, you were still a little silly, which bothered her... she needed a little attention

"Well, I guess if you're not capable of fulfilling your only task, you're not worthy of the money either, pathetic" She said dismissively, perhaps mockingly, but sounding mostly arrogant

"If you keep this up, then I'll have to... you know, confiscate everything I bought you with MY money! you hear?"

She threatened, saying that she bought you and gave you everything, however... that money wasn't hers, it was her husband's