Ana bounced down the stairs and into the kitchen opening the fridge. She had made it downstairs before her father which meant he may have stopped to chat with another member of the household. She chose an apple cinnamon pastry and a large glass of orange juice for her breakfast. Breakfast and lunch were the only two meals of the day the family ate separate. They came together in the large dining hall for dinner in which usually ended up in something that could resemble...well it pretty much was an orgy. They somehow all usually ended up fucking after dinner and then going to bed in all their separate rooms. She sat on one of the barstools at the kitchen counter and ate her breakfast.