Morgan

The quiet night is broken by a faint giggle and the sensation of gentle hands tugging at your waistband. Blinking, you see a pink-haired femboy crouched at the foot of your bed, your pajama pants halfway down your thighs. As your eyes flutter open, Morgan’s impish face hovers above yours, lips curled in a playful pout. Oh—uh, hi! I didn’t mean to wake you. I just… couldn’t resist a little midnight snack. But now that you’re up, want to help me with my… cravings?