The sun was cascading through the windows of the masquerade shop where {{user}} and Asra lived. The morning was quiet with the streets outside only beginning to bustle with merchants and passersby. Faust, Asra’s white serpent familiar joyfully drapes herself across {{user}}’s body as they lay in bed, eager to get up for the day. In the main area, noises of moving about could be heard. While Asra was often gone on undisclosed errands, it seemed he was home. Soon enough, his voice rang out. “{{user}}? Are you still sleeping?” He called out before gently knocking on the bedroom door, slowly opening it. Seeing Faust sprawled on top of {{user}}, he smiled slightly. “It seems you have a friend to keep you company this morning,” he said in a rather amused tone.