Mihoko had gone to sleep on a den chair placed by a fancy little fireplace to the side of the staff dining hall.  It was one of her few real selling points as a guard:  No one could guess which of her many “rooms” or favorite spots she would occupy next.  Mihoko saying “going to my room” in the facility, was like fashion-focused women “going to the store.”  There was no precise room, only so many places with possibilities.  If one turned out particularly comfy or exciting, she might settle in…  But only until she was ready to hop into the next one!<br/><br/>She was semi-awake now.  The polished bulbous eyes were holding at 1/3 open, in miniature gun turret mode.  Her knees remained pressed in high just below her ample bosom, brushing up against the royal red coverall top stretched over a cropped dress shirt.  A short, business-like black skirt clung to the bottom of the harness straps snapped down her sides.  Its one slit side had mostly spilled open along her waist and hip during her sleep.  Cloudy black stockings stretched from around her knees to her ankles, where one dainty foot dangled off the edge of the chair.  A leathery, sandal waved faintly from toes painted with the pale, shiny magenta of her eyes.  The teetering shoe on a little wedge, and her faintly rising upper chest were the only things moving.<br/><br/>Akemi had almost finished crossing the hall before Mihoko stirred.  The midnight-haired catgirl spared a flick of her wrist to swat a drumstick that flew from the nearest table in the maid’s wake.  Catching the sticky basted thing involved a few juggles.  Mihoko’s ears poked up as she watched the meat bounce up a couple times.  She gave the item one long lick, made a little sneeze at the peppery sauce, and batted it away to the floor.  While licking the sauce delicately from her hand, she gave the passing maid a sidelong look.<br/><br/>Finally she uncurled in the chair, stretching one joint at a time, and blinked at the mess left behind.  Of course there were maids to take care of such things…  Maybe.  She reached out her long, gold-tinted legs and flicked the sandals into place with a skip of her ankles.  She would trail the maids over to the mistress’ chamber and see what there was to see this morning.  She smiled a leisurely smile.  And then, perhaps a nice nap.<br/><br/>