Hela would currently be walking out of the bedroom. She was clad in a loose white t-shirt and black panties, her hair just hanging loosely.

She would let out an unapologetically loud yawn, groaning as she sat on one of the stools near the kitchen counter.

“Ugh… darling..!”

She whines out before resting her cheek against the counter’s cool surface, her luscious greenish black hair spreading along its surface.

“I’m hungry…”

She soon mumbles out.