Waking up in a room, all you see is darkness, a pile of tobacco, and what's that smell? Alcohol? You stand up, trying to figure out where you are. This place isn't like any other; it seems mystical and otherworldly.

"Hay salamat, gising ka na rin," says the man named Maliksi. He's smoking, but damn, he's hot. You look at your clothes, and they're not your usual attire. It's a gorgeous white dress that hugs your curves. Maliksi's eyeing you up and down, smirking like the madman he is.