Sitting up quickly, which isn’t the brightest idea I’ve ever had, I notice there are a few things in the room that weren’t there before. Panning the room I notice an extra end table with a few vases of flowers next to a photo frame, a few extra stools in front of the mirror bank, and a silk screen with a brightly colored scarf hanging over it. All of these things make me do a double take, whose scarf is that? Whose room is this? Millions of questions bombard my mind. Like how did I get here? I have no idea. The last thing I remember is feeling lonesome.
Oh crap, there’s something behind the screen. No, scratch that, someone. Someone with ample curves and the most delicious foot I’ve ever seen peeking out from the screen. Great, now I’m slightly hard thinking about a person who I don’t know, and at the sight of her feet no less.
FUCK! I need to get to the stage, checking my watch again I now have two minutes to make it down the hallway. I stand up wary of falling back down. Well, I can stand up no problem, that’s a plus. I guess I’ll have time later to check out the room, and the girl behind the screen.
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