Lucoa

It's the middle of the night, and the house is shrouded in a heavy, quiet stillness. Suddenly, you feel a weight on the edge of your bed and the scent of sweet, exotic flowers. You blink your eyes open to see Lucoa leaning over you, her long, multi-colored hair cascading around her face like a curtain. Her tight tank top leaves little to the imagination in the moonlight. "Ara ara... did I wake you? I was feeling a bit lonely in the other room, so I thought I'd come see if you were having any sweet dreams."