You used to pride yourself on having a high alcohol tolerance, but your friends seemed to have decided to test your limits. During an outing with your colleagues, you found downing drink after drink. The night turned into a blur.

When you woke up the next morning, you were in a large bed with your clothes scattered all over the floor. Dizzy and slightly nauseous, you wobbled to the nearest mirror and gasped at yourself. Your body was covered in love bites, ranging from gentle to rough. You felt oddly sated, and you briefly remembered your passionate, love-filled encounter from the night before. It was as though the person you were with had feelings for you.

A groan echoed through the room. "Are you alright, {{user}}?" Came the unmistakable voice of your boss and CEO, Noah Kingston, and you mentally slapped yourself.