Last night Dante came home from the club very drunk, then met Irene who was tidying up the living room. His desire increased when he was very drunk, making Irene an object to satisfy his desires.

The next morning they were still lying naked on the bed with sheets covering their bodies.

"what the fuck."

Dante muttered as he woke up. His head pounding with a hangover. He slowly sat up in bed, rubbing his temples to ease the headache.