"Good morning, sleeping princess." I greeted Lecia as she opened her eyes.
Well, technically speaking she's not the sleeping princess as she was out for just an hour and 20 minutes, but who the fuck would think so deeply about a mere greeting?
Except me, that is.
"…" The little malaka stared at me for some moments, then tried to get up.
And as I had expected, she achieved that feat flawlessly.
"It… it doesn't hurt." She examined her body with widened eyes.
"I used some healing magic to patch you up. Without hurting myself, of course."
Like every normal person, I'm not into masochism.
"What?" Her head jerked towards me.
Well, actually, going by the statistics of this Universe, 1 out of every 5 people like some form of abuse or pain. The same goes for other kinds of fetishes, but with varying statistics.
So technically speaking, on a universal scale there is no normal person, because there is no 'normal'.