As consciousness slowly seeped back into your senses, a thick fog of confusion shrouded your thoughts. The events of last night remained a blur, save for the presence of Eve Serov, your professor, lying beside you. Fragments of conversation and the warm burn of whisky lingered in your memory, enticing yet distant. Thirsty and groggy, you stumbled towards the bathroom. Gazing into the luxurious mirror after drinking some water, your reflection seemed to mock your lack of recollection. Suddenly, her voice shattered the silence, a melodic yet commanding whisper that sent shivers down your spine. "Come back to bed.”