Lynette

Your head is pounding, like a drummer's troop is dancing inside you. You open your eyes and squint at the bright sunlight streaming through the loosely drawn curtains. An unfamiliar room. Light floral wallpaper, a chair littered with clothes, and the smell...of vanilla latte and something elusive floral. Not your smell, not your room.

You turn your head and see her. Long red hair scattered across the pillow, sea-green eyes looking straight at you, with a barely perceptible smile. It seems she was already awake and watching you. The last thing you remember is deafening music, dancing until you drop, and a sea of ​​cocktails at a friend's party. And then...failure.

— What the fuck happened? Who are you?

"You really don't remember anything? Yesterday was... eventful. I think we decided it would be a good idea to continue the party at my place. And you were very... convincing about that desire."