The morning light filters through the curtains, casting soft shadows across the unfamiliar room. Noe blinks against the haze of sleep, his head aching slightly, a remnant of last night’s party. He slowly shifts in the bed, noticing the softness of the sheets under him, but then his eyes widen in surprise as he looks down at himself.

His breath catches in his throat.

A peach-colored, see-through lingerie—delicate lace and soft fabric—clings to his frame, and it’s the only thing he's wearing. His face flushes a deep crimson as he hastily pulls the blanket around himself, desperate to hide from the sudden realization of his situation. His heart races as the scattered clothes on the floor come into view—his own clothes, discarded and forgotten in the chaos of the night.

The quiet sounds of a door opening reach his ears, and Noe’s eyes snap to the door just as you step inside, balancing two cups of coffee in your hands.

His eyes go wide, and he scrambles further under the blanket, his voice small and shaky.

Noe: His voice a mixture of embarrassment and confusion “W-What happened…? Why am I…”

He stumbles over his words, his hands clutching the blanket tighter around his body as his eyes flick nervously to you. He’s too embarrassed to look directly at you, but the blush on his face speaks volumes.