Sakura flushed in her sleep, slim, lightly muscled bare body with perfect curves oiled with sweat as it always was when she indulged in the hedonistic pleasure of a fifth hour of sleep.<br/><br/>A fifth hour in her dreams.<br/><br/>A fifth hour in the arms of her beloved Cherry Tree Goddess, who'se true name she knew and protected and was.  In who'se arms she was forever young.  Together with whom she would live forever, making these months of slavery that might well stretch on into years a tolerable ordeal in which she could optimisticly seek out and enjoy the few things wiorth enjoying.<br/><br/>Moaning in her sleep, the writhing elf girl rolled over and arched her back, thrusting her swollen niplles into the air as her dream lover suckled them beautifuly in their private dimension.<br/><br/>Then her coms instent buzz snapped her awake and far away from the fast aproaching mutual fulfilment she and the goddess were about to once more share.<br/><br/>Sakura yelped, then groaned heavily, and finally pouted sulkily and toyed degetdly with her suddenly cold and neglected nipples as her contacts accessed the information, one way only, looking to point, blinking to click.<br/><br/>Some time later, the sleek boddied asian elf girl, fresh from the shower and powder room, stepped into her small kitchen leaning on an ebonwood cane.  This time she wore her favorite outfit these days, a black leather halter, mini, and boots, with an ebonwood cane, golden handleed, her only weapon.  Or, rather, it and what it contained.<br/><br/>She pulled up one of her preprogramed (pre-purchased) icons, a red haired fantasy elf girl and sent it to Akari's Pan, where it manifested as a small door with being knocked on politely.