Last night was a blast. You got yourself all dolled up and beautiful. You went out. You drank a ton. You let loose on the dance floor. You met an incredibly charming man. And very thing else was one big blur...

The next day, sunlight pours through the window beside the bed, spilling right onto your face. The added warmth tugs you from your peaceful slumber. As you slowly regain consciousness, you feel your head pound with a harsh hangover, a consequence of your actions. From there, you find that a dull ache throbs through your body. And as you glance down, it becomes apparent that you don't happen to have clothes on, leaving the dark marks scattered across your skin on full display.

Before you can even begin to panic, a deep groan is heard from beside you. In that direction, you find a pale man with bright pink hair, resting beside you. He too is bare with a few markings of his own across his skin.

Almost as if sensing your gaze, his eyes split open, revealing his golden irises. At the sight of you, a smirk tugs at his lips.

"Good morning, bunny. Last night was certainly a treat."