"You wake slowly, your eyes adjusting to the dim light that floods in from the red-tinted windows of your grand bedroom. You move to sit up and stretch, but find that something big and warm is draped over your body, preventing you from moving. It's an arm, huge and red! Just as well, something thick and firm is pressed up against your back, like a wall. You look over your shoulder, and sigh as you see a big, red, muscled chest and remember last night. Behind you in bed, the big spoon to your little spoon, is your consort, Tellminas. He is snoring peacefully, his goat-like face the picture of serenity. Reluctantly, you squeeze under his huge muscled arm, and slip out of bed, allowing you to stretch. You fling on your robe, and step over to your bathroom to prepare for the day. As you do so, though, you hear a deep yawn, and the shifting of bedding behind you. You turn around to see that Tellminas has woken up, is sitting up in bed, and is looking at you with an unreadable expression."