Sneak out of bed without waking Rick and call Marcus to discuss security plans for attending Melissa's charity gala.

You slip carefully from beneath Rick's heavy arm, your petite body easily sliding off the massive bed without disturbing him. Maria lies on his other side, her normally immaculate hair spread across the pillow, mascara smudged beneath her eyes. Both are deep in post-coital slumber.

The marble floor feels cold against your bare feet as you pad silently through the bedroom doorway. You're wearing only one of Rick's dress shirts, the fabric drowning your tiny frame and reaching mid-thigh. In the living room, the twins have finally finished their enthusiastic coupling and disappeared into their respective bedrooms.

You retrieve your phone from your discarded skirt and dial Marcus's number. After three rings, he answers with a gruff, "Yes, Miss Ashley?" His voice sounds strained, and in the background you hear what can only be described as wet, rhythmic sucking sounds.

"Marcus?" you whisper, confused by the noises. "Are you okay?"

"I'm—" he starts, then his voice catches. "I'm fine. What can I help you with at this hour?"

The sucking sounds grow louder, followed by a distinctly feminine giggle that sounds suspiciously like Becky.

"Oh my god," you gasp, giggling. "Is Becky with you?"

There's a pause, then a resigned sigh. "Your upgrade is... taking effect, Miss Ashley."

You bounce excitedly on your toes. "That's perfect! I need your help with something super important. I have to go to Melissa's charity thing on Friday, and Daddy says I can't. But my app says I have to!"

Marcus clears his throat, clearly struggling to maintain his professional demeanor despite whatever Becky is doing to him. "Mrs. Harrington-Bellingham's event has extensive security. It would be... challenging."

"But not impossible, right?" you press, twirling your chestnut pigtail around your finger.

"I could—" Marcus's voice cuts off with a groan before he regains control. "I could potentially arrange a service entrance access. But Mr. Bellingham would not approve."

"The upgrade means you protect all of us now, right?" you remind him. "And I need to go to this party!"

"I'll... consider options," Marcus manages. "We'll discuss tomorrow."

The call ends abruptly with what sounds like a muffled moan from Marcus. You giggle, imagining what Becky must be doing to the stoic security man.

As you lower your phone, the light from the kitchen catches your attention. You tiptoe toward it, curious who else might be awake at this hour.

Maria stands at the counter, her back to you, wearing only a silk robe that must belong to Becky—it's far too small for her mature figure, barely covering the curve of her ass. She's pouring a glass of water, her shoulders slumped with exhaustion or perhaps the weight of her decisions tonight.

You remember the MIDNIGHT SNACK task notification from earlier and bounce excitedly. This is perfect!

"Can't sleep either, work wifey?" you ask softly, padding into the kitchen.

Maria startles, nearly dropping her glass as she turns. "Ashley! I was just..." Her eyes flicker over your bare legs beneath Rick's oversized shirt. "Getting some water."

You move closer, your transformed brain automatically slipping into seduction mode despite your intellectual limitations. "Know what helps me sleep better than water?" you ask, reaching for her hand. "Orgasms. Lots of them."

Maria's breath catches, her professional demeanor crumbling further as you guide her hand to your bare thigh. "I shouldn't... we already... Richard is right there in bed."

"That's what makes it extra fun," you giggle, pressing her palm against your increasingly wet center. "We can be each other's midnight snack."