Your bodies welcome the warmth of the bed covers in the room, which is becoming slightly chilly now that the sun is setting. Pressed against your chest, you feel Lelika’s face move as she smiles, her head twitching as she settles into a comfortable position. “Good night Alison,” she says, unable to resist blowing on your nipple. Her giggle is cut short however by a yawn and she realizes she is too tired to tease you. Half asleep, she murmurs “Thank you for choosing me.  I will become a maiden of her...”<br/>Exhausted by her rite of initiation, Lelika is soon asleep and dreams deeply. She does not move much beyond raising a hand in the initial stage of her sleep to rest on your side only to let it slip down soon when it becomes uncomfortable. After that she stirs only in response to your movements as you readjust your body. You wake in the morning with feeble rays of the rising sun’s light seeping in through the gaps in your window shutter. In the half-light you can make out the sleeping half-elf’s form, resting on her side in almost the same position she was in when you fell asleep.