Rolling in Bed
The following day.
Leon woke up, sluggishly to an unfamiliar environment; memories of the previous night were fuzzy and blurred.
As he tried to get out of bed, he froze; he was not alone.
One of the female servants he had seen last night was sleeping soundly beside him with her head rested on his arm.
Leon sweated.
This seems like big trouble!
A warm fur blanket covered her pristine naked body, but he could feel the smoothness akin to silk from the contact between their skin.
All their clothes lay scattered messily along the floor.
"Mmm…"
The female servant issued a gentle moan and repositioned herself to a more comfortable position.
'What the hell happened last night?'
Leon gave up on the idea of getting out of bed—Not with his arm held hostage.
He tried to recall the previous night but found nothing. It was a blank slate after he passed out.