Astonishingly, yes

It honestly has far more to do with your lack of skill then anything else, but seeing as you were looking for something to keep you occupied, that's just fine. You place your bedroll in the most intact room on the second floor- The third floor is too exposed to the elements, and the first floor is likely going to end up a battleground of sorts between your walking corpses and... anything that comes in, really. Lyrissa is the only one currently considered an ally, and Walking Corpses are stupid. Barely capable of preprogrammed FoF identification. And you really don't want to end up sleeping in a battleground.

Having laid out the bedroll, such as it is, you stretch and lie down, closing your eyes. It is better then sleeping on the floor, which is nice. Every little bit helps, and if things stay at this rate you may have the tower properly habitable within a month. With that thought cheering you, you drift off.

You dream.

You see yourself, undisputed master of the rebuilt tower. Lyrissa stands at your right hand, standing proud and strong despite her ripe, swollen belly, and you know she's carrying your child. The demon from the basement looms behind you, lending you her strength, the fur of her tits lightly glazed with your seed. A pair of female knights kneel before you as a dragoness delivers tribute, all three of them obviously envious of Lyrissa and the demoness for your affections.

There's a line of dozens of others come to pay their respects and beg for your favor, all emissaries of notable nations or like the dragoness of renown and power themselves. All you had to do was choose which of them you wanted, and they'd gladly offer themselves up for your pleasure. Anything you want, you can take...

You're awoken by the sun coming through the window, not quite driving the dream from your mind.

"... I'm going to have to do something about that demoness," You sigh. "Or look into better mental defenses..."