Fine. You can call me Sette. Or "Princess Sette Frummagem von Tinklebottom", if ya want to use me full title.

[She opens her mouth wide in a jaw-cracking yawn. Her whole body feels incredibly sluggish. Time for bed. Never mind that the sun's not even down yet, jet lag's hitting her like a truck.]

[She starts to take off her jeans, a process made somewhat more involved by the need to thread her tail through the hole in the back of them. Don't worry your little virgin eyes, though, Ilya, she's got boxers on under them, similarly modified to accommodate her tail.]

Now, I'm gonna go sleep for a week. Wake me, and I'll pee on everything you love.