<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla let out a huff. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“You are NOT getting into my brother’s pants by justifying it as ‘research’.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> her tone was playful but in her eyes there was a warning. She let out a soft sigh, before pulling the blankets off her head, moving to sit up. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“We should get at least somewhat presentable before my brother shows up.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she said, reaching down towards her toes and flexing her back, the bruises from the vicious pounding into the floor of the Workroom causing her to flinch a bit as she stretched.</span>