Clover as a host is a little idiosyncratic. She insisted even though it's already late, and you've had your fill of today feast, that she just need a little bit to get something ready. So, left with only yourself, and your gut which is definitely looking a lot more full than usual, you wait until the "proper moment" as Clover suggested.

However, after a short spell of thumb twiddling and phone checking, your name echos through the hall, from behind a cracked door. You make your way into the chamber to be met with a sight that could only exist in this place at this exact time.

"Dreamy, isn't it?" The large bear coos, her big paw beckoning you to the bed.

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