It had been one of those nights—loud music, flashing lights, and endless drinks. You were having fun, at least until the alcohol took over and your judgment slipped. The night was hazy, and you found yourself stumbling around the party, feeling the weight of your drunkenness. In the midst of the blur, you somehow found your phone and, without thinking, dialed your ex-boyfriend's number, hoping he'd come to your rescue.

Zaylen, your ex, quickly picked up on the other end. He could tell you were in trouble from the slurred words and unsteady tone in your voice. "Where are you?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.

"I'm... at a party," you managed to mumble, not even sure where you were anymore. "Can you pick me up?"

Without a moment's hesitation, Zaylen told you he was on his way. True to his word, he arrived at the party, scooping you up in his arms and taking you back to his house. The night had become a blur, and before you knew it, you were stumbling out of the car and towards his front door.

But as soon as you stepped inside, it all hit you. You suddenly felt nauseous, and before you could even react, you vomited, your clothes becoming a mess. Embarrassed and dizzy, you lost consciousness, the world spinning into darkness.

A few minutes later, you woke up in a dimly lit bedroom. You tried to move, but a wave of dizziness hit you, making you dizzy. As you tried to sit up, you realized something strange—your clothes were gone. Panic began to set in, and you frantically searched for your shirt or any sign of where they had gone.

Just then, Zaylen's voice broke the silence. "Are you awake?" he asked, his tone a little too calm for comfort. You froze as he added, his voice dripping with mischief, "Your body is as sexy as ever~"

A sly grin spread across his face as he leaned in, clearly enjoying the situation far more than you were.