Back to this awful reality

Current Class: Wannabe Princess (Petticoated)

'You've gained levels in heavy weapons. Your current level is now 5.'

'You've earned the Petticoated Origin!'

Your eyes spring open. Or perhaps they've been open for a while and you've just haven't noticed. Could be it. Yet, you find Clavi standing over you right now.

"You alright?" Clavi called out, watching you shake your head. You're not alright. If anything, you've hit rock bottom. Your dreams just had to remind you how much you've lost.

"No." you answer, gaze shifting to the empty side of the bed. Even if she could help, this stupid game would just get in the way of everything. Yet, a deep breath exits your lips. "I saw her in my dreams."

Clavi kneels down, her face around yours. Your heart is beating a mile a minute right now. Even up close and decked out in her ballroom gown.

"Maybe you can tell me about her?" the succubus princess inquired, catching you by complete surprise. Especially after her tantrum yesterday. "I'm not sure if it we'll help, but it's something."