Literature
Lodoss War: Professional Lust
[On Marmo, Lord Ashram returns to his poorly lit room, obviously tired from a long day. He removes his armor and sets his sword down, only to draw it and turn to face his bed, having heard something quietly stirring on it.] Ashram: [stern, pointing his sword] Who are you? Pirotess: [waking up suddenly] [gasp] Lord Ashram. Ashram: [lowering his sword] Pirotess, what are you doing? Pirotess: [sitting up] My lord, I brought that report you wanted. [pointing toward a desk in the room] I left it on your desk. Ashram: [glances at the desk] I see that, what are you doing in my bed? Pirotess: [apologetic] I came early and fell asleep waiting for you. Forgive me. Ashram: [sets his sword back down, waving Pirotess off] It's fine, you were just following my orders. And if I didn't want you entering my room I wouldn't have given you a key. [sits down on the end of the bed, rubbing his head] I'll look at your report tomorrow, [groan] what a day. Pirotess: [crawls over to Ashram, concerned]