As Pyrrha reaches her hand out for the bathroom door, her arm begins to feel a bit heavier than she's used to, and turning the knob takes more effort than she expected. She enters the open bathroom, realizing she can't seem to help but drag her feet along the floor, as though she had just woken up in the middle of the night.
Come to think of it, Pyrrha did suddenly feel really tired. Her posture was beginning to slouch and her eyes started to drop at through she would fall asleep at any moment.
"Why do I... feel so... drained...?" Pyrrha asked herself aloud, noticing her words were beginning to drag out as well. As she was listening to her voice, she realized the ticking of the key was slowing down as well. She stops walking and briefly looks at the key as her poster gradually slumps further forward, Her body now tilting from her waist against her will.
"Ooh..." Pyrrha manage to utter, her voice seeming to lower in volume and pitch. "Iii.. guueesss... I'mmmm... wwiiiinnndddiiiinnnggg... dddoooowwwwwnnnn nn."
She leans forward in a 35 degree angle from her hips, with her arms drooping from the shoulders and her head hanging low. Her eyes about to shut as the key makes it's last ticking turn.
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