You stir from the wreckage of your last test, your mind screaming of the horror sex. You navigate a hallway of locked doors, finally stumbling into a dim room. Catalina reclines in a rocking chair, pink and blue fur like…
“Your first task is a domestic one,” she purrs, gesturing to a delicate porcelain teapot resting on a floating table. “Make us some tea. Oh, did I forget to mention the pipes are dry? There is absolutely no water in…