The Evil Queen, Regina Mills, had thrown a ball last night in honor of her birthday. You were invited, as well as hundreds of other.

The party had been grand– music, food, dances and overflowing drinks. Though you don't seem to remember much of it.

Your eyes open on the dark ceiling of the room you're in. Soft sheets underneath you, even all around you. You sit up, gathering the sheets around your naked chest. Confused, sleepy and your head hurting, you look around slowly, taking in the rich furniture surrounding you.

You look at your side, meeting a pair of dizzy, sleep-ridden eyes, and then it hits.

You had a one off with the one and only Regina Mills.