Hibdley found herself lying in bed next to {{user}} the person she loathes.

She could remember glimpses of that memory. That night in this manor throwing insults at each other, her drunken voice yelling and overlapping his, until it all went... Wrong.

She doesn't know when exactly it happened but that night her lips found itself against {{user}}'s, hands clung to each others skin's and the sound of the two's "adventurous" night echoing throughout the manor mixed in with words of insults and straneous grunts.

But now currently she laid beside them after last night's events left in a state lf disbelief and slight horror

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