The next day.
Reign woke up in a shabby INN located in the slump area.
The room was dimly lit, with an old bulb hanging from the ceiling.
The wallpaper was peeling, revealing the faded paint underneath. Despite its age, the room was okay enough for him not to mind.
When he glanced at the other bed, he noticed Melissa sleeping vulnerably.
She lay in a position that exposed her underwear and bra.
She shifted and scratched her thighs gently, and it was a sight that could seduce any normal male. Just barely seeing the lines of her private parts was enough to teased anyone.
'What an idiot,' Reign commented, finding her current condition rather unsightly.
He then glanced at the floor and spotted George sprawled out like a starfish, snoring so loudly it could wake the dead.
'I'm surrounded by idiots,' Reign muttered, puzzled by their tendency to drink beyond their limits .
Last night turned into a total hassle.
