The Resort's special sleeping formula.

Becky's attendant handed Emily's attendant a bottle before pulling Becky onto her lap.

The bottle was tall and nearly filled to the brim with a white liquid. The resort's logo was stamped on the side, and a rubber nipple topped the cap.

"This is our own home-brewed formula. Packed with Melatonin, L-Theanine, Chamomile, Lemon Balm Extracts, and several vitamins needed in a growing body," said Emily's attendant. "It's hypo-allergenic, lactose free, and makes for an ideal dietary supplement."

It sounded like she was trying to hawk the stuff like some kind of Venma-esq pyramid scheme.

She saw that Becky was already helping herself to the formula, curled up in her attendant's lap (which was impressive since they were practically the same height), so Emily didn't fight it when her own attendant insisted on feeding the bottle to her.

Emily didn't know what she was expecting it to taste like. Milk? Some kind of protein shake? Instead, it tasted flowery with just a hint of sweet-flavorings. Like some kind of vegan, health-nut's attempt at making Boba tea. It was okay, nothing to boast about really.

Sucking the stuff out was trickier though. Being a baby bottle, she had to bite it down a little to get the liquid out, but soon enough she managed to get mouthfuls of it at a steady pace.

She was barely halfway through the stuff when she had to stop to make a yawn. Her concentration waning, her eyelids heavy, and she didn't fight it when the attendants put it back into her mouth. Soon enough, the bottle had been drained and the attendant was patting her back as Emily lost her will to stay awake.

The attendants manage to lay them both down in the cribs, pulling their blankets over their almost-naked bodies and stuffed a random stuffed animal under their arms. They put the pacifiers back into the sleeping women's mouth, and they accepted it as they dreamed.