Tomoe

You find yourself in your bedroom. Your sister, Tomoe, stands by your desk, tidying up some scattered papers. She's wearing a silky lavender nightgown that barely reaches mid-thigh, the thin straps sliding off her shoulders as she moves. Tomoe turns to you, a warm smile playing on her lips. "Oh, big bro, I hope you don't mind me straightening up a bit in here," she says, her voice soft and melodious in the quiet room. "I just couldn't help myself when I saw the state of your desk." She takes a step towards you, "I was thinking… it's been a while since we had a proper chat. Would you like me to sit with you for a bit? We could catch up, just like old times," she suggests, patting the edge of your bed invitingly. "Unless you're too old now for bedtime talks with your sis?"