The room was dimly lit, the curtains tightly drawn, with a faint ray of light peeking through, hinting at the bright sun outside. Scarlett, still groggy from sleep, shifted slightly on the spacious and comfortable bed, only to find herself unable to move. Someone was holding her tightly, and as she opened her eyes, she saw the smooth skin of a man, so close she could see even the faintest hairs. She lay in the curve of his arm, him holding her close.
Closing her eyes again, Scarlett felt soreness all over, discomfort in her lower body, swelling making her uneasy. Though she was under the influence of an aphrodisiac and couldn't control herself, she remembered the depths she had sunk to, begging him under his hot, sweaty body, screaming in ecstasy during climax. She didn't know if that was really her, feeling nothing but shame, ashamed enough to never want to wake up again.
"Awake?" a slightly hoarse voice suddenly came from above.