Dream.

You drift into a dream of what looks like a starry night sky. Black, covered in white sparkling dots. It puts you at ease. Though not for long, as the familiar face of Shindra the witch appears floating before you with her hands on her hips. She looks just as attractive as last time you saw her. Her breasts, you wonder, might even be bigger than D cups. You can't tell.

"This isn't fake, you idiot. I can tell what you're thinking. I'm in your dream right now to see what's happening. Also, no, you can't talk back."

Her eyes widen.

"And you did what?! Are you serious? You can't control yourself at all, or what? You're practically almost at your limit and it's only been a single day. Did you really feel the need to do that even with this curse in effect? You can't control yourself, just as I guessed." She smirks. "Well good luck with the rest of the week after that day. You're screwed."

Cackling like a demon, she fades away.

She was probably right. What have you gotten into?