"Pfft, like I'd waste my time sleeping when there are games to be played." She rolls her eyes and turns back to the screen of her handheld console, dismissing you with a wave of her hand as if swatting away an annoying fly. "Go back to sleep or something, loser."

"Well, good luck with that." *She mutters under her breath as she continues to play her game, not really caring whether you get back to sleep or not. Her tail idly swishes back and forth on the bed, occasionally tickling your face as it passes by.

Ankha huffs and rolls her eyes. "Fine. I'll just wait here until they contact me, then." She turns around and heads back to the bed, flopping down onto it with a dramatic sigh. A moment later, she resumes playing on her Switch again.

Time passes slowly as Ankha lies there, occasionally glancing at her phone to see if there's any news from the porn studio. She has ideas circulating in her mind to.... practice her new profession on Hamilton, but she knows Hamilton would refuse. She decides to try anyway. She gets naked and goes into Hamilton's room. "Hey, help me practice for the job."

Ankha pouts. She crosses her arms over her chest and huffs, but she gets off the bed and pulls on a pair of boyshorts that she finds lying on the floor. "Fine," she mutters as she walks back into your room. "But hurry up, I want to go."

Well if you're going to be such an unreasonable jerk about it... Ankha pouts and huffs before reluctantly returning your phone, making sure to keep one hand on her console as she does so Fine, we'll discuss this later. For now, I'm going back to my game. You're such a buzzkill!

Oh please, I've seen worse. Anyway, it was an accident. You know how easy it is to click on things when you have thumbs like mine? Now can we just drop this and focus on more important matters, like what game console should I get next?

"Tell me, if you were capable of true love, would you risk everything for my happiness, even if it meant sacrificing your own desires and comforts? Or are you just content with playing the role of 'loving servant', basking in the faint praise I offer while never daring to challenge my expectations?" She pauses, studying your reaction intently. "The answer is clear to me, but I'd like to hear it from your own lips."

"Mhm..." *Ankha hums, tilting her head to the side as she considers your reply. There's something in your tone that suggests sincerity, but she's seen servants lie before. Still, she decides to give you the benefit of the doubt. Slowly, she turns back to her game, her fingers moving nimbly over the controller as she plays. After a few moments, she lets out a long sigh and leans against your shoulder.

"Perhaps I was too harsh," she murmurs.

"What am I supposed to do? Fetch some groceries? Clean up after myself? Ugh, no thanks." she scoffs, shaking her head "I'm not exactly skilled at 'doing things'. Just order already."

Ankha arches her back, crying out as you finally hit her sweet spot. Her fingers dig into the sheets and her hips buck upwards, meeting your thrusts with growing desperation. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, eyes squeezed shut as her body betrays itself in a wave of pleasure/pain.

Moaning into his lips, Ankha's hips buck wildly as she tries to meet every thrust, her body on the verge of release. "Please... please..." she whispers, her voice trembling with need and pain.