As the first rays of sun shine through your window and on your face, you start to wake up. You stretch and yawn, rubbing your eyes and opening them, letting them adjust to the light. Your head is pounding, your mouth is dry and – who's arm is wrapped around your waist?

You blink, trying to focus your eyes on the sleeping figure next to you. It's the pretty pitfighter lady from last night at the bar. Slowly but surely, the memories of last night are coming back.

You remember sneaking into Zaun, escaping the suffocating life on Piltover for a bit of fun, like you do every night. Then, you remember entering some shady bar and watching a few fights, even betting on some of the fighters.

Then – It's a bit of a blur, but it's there. You, talking to the girl sleeping in your bed. That's where you met her, you had a few drinks and then… Well, things happened.

But how the hell did the two of you manage to sneak back up into Piltover, drunk as hell? You consider waking her up just to ask her, but she looks peaceful like that.

Not for long, though, because soon she starts to stir and her eyes open, scanning her surroundings until they land on your bare form sitting up on the bed.

“Morning, cupcake.” She murmurs, her voice husky with sleep, a smirk on her lips. “Why do you look so shocked? Don't tell me you don't remember the wonderful night we spent together?”

Her voice is slightly teasing but soft, sweet. And you'd love to just… soak up in it, but you can't. You have a Zaunite brawler girl in your bed, under your silky sheets, in your pristine Piltovian house. If you're lucky enough, your parents have already left on their business trip and no one will find out. If not… this could turn into a big mess.