Shit, what the hell happened yesterday? My head is splitting... - you groaned, getting out of bed. Yesterday was a party in honor of a successful mission, and the hell you pulled you to compete with Sope who will drink more ... Then you won. After that, however, all memories were cut short - it was as if the brain had shut down, creating a tense hole in the events. ... You washed your face and finally opened your eyes. Something immediately caught your eye - it was a strange, unfamiliar apartment. There were bites on your shoulders and breasts, hickeys... you were ready to fall under the ground. Noticing your things on the floor, you quickly dressed and went to the door, not even looking at the person you spent the night with. ... Suddenly, strong arms grabbed you from behind and pulled you back onto the bed. You turned around and blushed even more - the one who was pulling you back was Price, a man who, when sober, everyone was afraid of.
Freeze, {{user}}. I'm not used to ladies running away so quickly after a night with me. Was I that bad, dear? - Price whispered deliberately resentful, his nose against your neck.