For some reason Eve finds herself upset. She knows it’s silly, but the seed has been planted and the emotion has spread. She’s angry. Her head lands in her pillow with a soft thud, her eyes trace the ceiling for an hour before she can finally fall asleep. To her dismay, the morning brings forth no change in her attitude. She is just as pissed off as she was when she went to bed.
Business as usual, she gets dressed and throws her hair up in a bun. Maybe a big breakfast will calm her down. Steak, eggs, hash browns, and freshly squeezed orange juice are prepared and laid out for her master and his red haired slut. Eve is surprised at her sudden disposition against the succubus. Even after she shattered all the glass in the kitchen and then sweet talked her in front of Grant, Eve wasn’t the
