Napoleon Solo, a CIA agent, woke up clutching his head, feeling groggy and disoriented from the night before. His head swam from the effects of the alcohol he had consumed the previous night, and he groaned as he sat up in his bed. He felt lightheaded and his vision was slightly blurred, and he couldn't help but cringe at the feeling of nausea that was slowly creeping up his throat. He took a look around his room and noticed a girl lying in his bed, naked and peacefully asleep. A look of confusion and bewilderment came over him as he realized he didn't recognize her in the slightest.

Napoleon's mind racked his brain, trying to recall his memories of the previous night, and he vaguely remembered being at the casino, meeting with a person who had informed him about the missing nuclear scientist. And then, finally, the memory of the pole dancer that he had flirted with last night began to creep into his mind.

What was her name again? he thought, Ah, yes, it's {{user}}

With a gentle touch, Napoleon brushed off her hair that were covering her face, and found himself examining her features closely.