Monica awoke in the late afternoon to an empty stomach, and a newly padded pair of hips. A short belch sent a discarded bandanna cascading out from her mouth, and tumbling across the bedsheets next to her.

"Day one of seven." She said. "I think I'll start with a light breakfast before I read for an hour, and then I think I will start the day with a swim. What do you think, darling?"

She had become proficient at doing this with people. Accommodating for them. So much so that she could talk to them even when they were indisposed in this manner.

Sharkbait's voice came out as a series of confused, delirious grunts. Monica gave her newly padded hindquarters a pat, jostling the newly-assimilated young man, and further disorienting him.

"You'll get used to it after a while." She chuckled. "Remember, dear hero, that should you truly wish to avoid last night's consequences, then you need to work on your etiquette."

A huge thank you to everyone who voted for Monica this time around. I needed this.

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