For Perona, time seemed to have had the fast-forward button pressed that day.
Ever since she had opened the manga in her hands called Bleach, she had been drawn in by the bizarre, dazzling settings of the Soul Society, Shinigami, and Hollows.
Even the Top 100 Tournament, which she usually loved watching most, had been tossed to the back of her mind.
She lay sprawled without the slightest regard for her image on the soft big bed, her two fair calves swinging in midair, completely immersed in the thrilling plot of the "Soul Society Fierce Battle Arc."
"Heh-lo, heh-lo, heh-lo~"
"This Quincy Vollstandig is so cool~"
"But I still like the Shinigami's Zanpakuto better."
It was not until she saw Uryu Ishida shoot down Mayuri Kurotsuchi's "Bankai," Konjiki Ashisogi Jizo, with a single arrow
that she finally rubbed her slightly sore eyes, still wanting more.
Almost subconsciously, she lifted her head and looked out the window.
At this moment, Ringo was already deep in night.
The year-round falling white snow, illuminated by the moonlight, shimmered with a cold silver glow, adorning the whole world in silence and beauty.
Perona shifted her gaze to the Clock Homie hanging on the wall.
"It's eleven twenty-three at night, Lady Perona~"
The clock with comical features sensed her gaze and hurriedly told her the time in a fawning tone.
"It's already this late?"
Perona touched her shriveled little belly and felt an intense hunger wash over her.
She shuffled out of bed in her slippers and came to sit in the sofa area of the bedroom.
On the coffee table, a Cream Strawberry Cake Homie twisted its soft, fluffy body and let out a sweet, cloying voice:
"Hurry and eat me, Lady Perona. I'm the sweetest one~"
"Then don't mind if I do!"
Long