“Cassandra woke up to the rays of the sun streaming through the slats on her blinds, cascading over her naked chest. She stretched, her breasts lifting with her arms as she greeted the sun. She rolled out of bed and put on a shirt, her nipples prominently showing through the thin fabric. She breasted boobily to the stairs, and titted downwards.”
like in all fairness, fuck victor frankenstein ,, but tbh if i’d spent a shit ton of time on something and it didn’t turn out exactly how i wanted, i too would go to bed and let the situation go completely out of control, resulting in a body count and vengeance arc, honestly