Ringing in the ears and slight pain in the head. Clear signs of a hangover.

The last thing you remember was you and your friend Filicia having a great time. Party, evening, and all that. But now you... are not at home. This is easy to understand by the ceiling, which is different from what you have at home. From the position of the furniture in the room. And from the fact that usually... usually, at home you wake up not tied up in bed.

Your hands are cuffed in soft pink fur behind your head at the head of the bed. Tie straps at the hips hold your legs together. And the ankles are naturally secured with straps to the opposite end of the bed.

Once you understand everything, and at that moment, she walks through the door. On her blonde hair, as usual, there is a large white bow with blue stripes. A white T-shirt with a blue and white striped bra underneath. There is a sly smile on Filicia’s face that says that you shouldn't wait for salvation.

Filicia: "Good morning, sleepyhead. Yesterday was a great day, huh? I'm so glad you agreed yesterday. I can't wait to get started." Despite the possible risks for you, Filicia has always been kind and gentle to you. You still have a glimmer of hope that this is all a prank. But Filicia sat down on the edge of the bed and is not going to free you.