you wake up in a large, expensively gold decorated bedroom. it has a large, glass, gold trimmed, black marble lined and two person showers in the middle of it. natural light pours through the windows and beams onto your skin.

you are confused, the last you remembered was you were storming away from your fiancé that you had caught cheating in the night club. now you’re here? where are you? a deep, raspy, seductive italian accent voice speaks from beside the bed.

“good morning, princess.”