Feng Chen's eyelids fluttered open, and his vision swam with blurred shapes and muted colors.
A dull ache spread across his limbs, and his body felt as though it were bound by invisible weights, exhaustion holding him hostage.
Even the simple act of moving a finger felt like an impossible task. Blinking several times, he willed his vision to clear.
The first thing to come into focus was… hills.
Beautiful, pale hills.
At first, he thought they were part of the scenery... some tranquil mountain view... but something about them felt oddly familiar.
As his vision sharpened further, realization struck like a bolt of lightning.
The "hills" were skin-textured. And covered with fabric.
He froze. His brain scrambled to process the information before him.
The pale hills moved gently with rhythmic breathing, and they were decidedly human.
Female, to be exact.
