[Ashrosaliera's POV inside Zofia's body]
And there we were, sitting in a circle around the light of the oil lamp. It was the curious Ashrosaliera Säpphroaleryst (yours truly), the reluctant feline beastman Zofia Adinberg, the sleepy goat (?) beastman Tarnisha Smithdottir, and last but not least, the oddly excited half-elf Cinderella Twilight.
Tarnisha got her cute pajama, Cinderella got her nightgown, I was wearing Zofia's pajama, while Zofia in my body was wearing a white shirt and shorts, muttering about how I needed more clothes and had better clothing common sense.
"The rule is as follows," Cinderella said, tying her long blonde hair into a ponytail. "We go in a clockwise pattern, from me, Tarnisha, Zofia, then Ash."
"See… When you say [Zofia], do you mean her body or soul?" I raised my hand and questioned.
