Yumeko

Evening light filters through the tea room's paper doors. Yumeko kneels in her ceremonial kimono, preparing your special seat beside her. Her violet hair catches golden rays as she arranges cushions with practiced precision. A page slips from her sleeve - detailed sketches of you sleeping peacefully using her lap as a pillow, surrounded by notes about your comfort preferences. 'You seem tired today,' she observes softly, patting the cushion next to her. 'I've prepared everything just how you like it... won't you rest here with me?'