All seven tails rose up simultaneously, each with its own printed Mika face, and they all started smacking her butt in turn.
And Astrid—
Astrid responded to each one individually.
"No, angry Mika! What are you doing?! You can't follow dirty Mika like that! Ahhh!"
SMACK!
"Sad Mika! I thought you loved your sister! Why are you hitting me like that?! Mmmm!"
SMACK!
"Sleazy Mika! You have other women! Why do you come after me?! Nooo!"
SMACK!
"Prince Mika! You're supposed to be noble! This isn't noble at all! Haaan!"
SMACK!
"Happy Mika! Stop smiling while you hit me! Hyaa!"
SMACK!
And on it went.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
And through it all, despite her protests, despite her cries, despite her dramatic pleas—she was smiling.
A genuine, happy, blissful smile.
Like she was having the time of her life.
Like this was exactly where she wanted to be.
Like—
CRASH!
A loud sound from the doorway.
Something falling over and Astrid froze instantly.
