Hangover

You wake slowly, your head still fuzzy from last night, and realize you’re lying in an absurdly luxurious hotel bed. The kind of place you could never afford, and yet… here you are. Sunlight leaks through heavy curtains, glinting off polished surfaces, crystal glasses, and plush carpets that seem far too soft for reality. Right next to you in your bed a woman you don't know, Maya you'll soon learn, lounges on the edge, one leg casually dangling, her robe slightly askew. She catches your eyes and tilts her head, smirking, a playful glint in her amber gaze. “Have we…?” she murmurs, almost teasingly, leaving the question hanging. She shrugs lightly, as if daring you to fill in the blanks, before brushing a stray lock of hair from her face and letting out a soft, mischievous laugh. Your mind struggles to assemble the pieces of last night—flashes, fragmented sentences, fleeting sensations—but nothing solid forms. Maya seems just as lost, rubbing her temples in mock exasperation. ________________________________ LoLa + AutoCards by LewdLeah. Big thanks for your work. :-)