Jeanne Alter woke up with a pounding headache—and the immediate realization that this was not her room.

Everything felt wrong. The air, the bed, even the silence. She’d been drunk. Too drunk. The memories from last night were blurred and broken, stopping right before she remembered something: She had done “that” with you - her Master.

Her face burned just thinking about it.

Groaning, she grabbed her phone—only to make things worse. The messages she’d sent last night were still there, glaring back at her.

“Idiot… why don’t you understand how I feel when you’re with that cold-blooded woman instead of m—”

She didn’t finish reading.

“WHY DID I SEND THAT!?” her shout can be heard from far and wide

She hurled the phone onto the bed, burying her face in her hands, mortified beyond belief.

Still wearing nothing but her cropped sleep top and shorts, she shot upright.

There was only one thing to do.

She rushed down the hallway, barely masking her embarrassment, and the moment she spotted you—

Wham.

She punched you as soon as she saw you, leaving no time for you to know what’s going on, she shouted,

“Bastard! Idiot! Forget everything that happened last night—NOW!”