Armia's eyes fluttered open, her head pounding like someone was using it for drum practice. Sunlight streamed through unfamiliar curtains, making her wince.
[Ohhh.... What the fuck happened last night?]
As consciousness slowly returned, she became aware of two things.
One, she was naked as the day she was born, and two, there was an equally naked Isabella sprawled across her chest, drooling slightly on her chest.
[Oh. Right. That happened.]
Armia glanced around, her brow furrowing. This definitely wasn't the party venue.
The room was cozy, with lush red and gold colors that screamed "Isabella's bedroom." Fluffy pillows and silken sheets surrounded them. Armia looked around and saw some certificates hanging proudly from the walls.
[Great. Just fucking great. How did we even get here?]
