The stranger

Lotus' P. O. V

I woke up to a searing headache, the remnants of a night spent drowning my sorrows in alcohol. Every sip was an attempt to forget the pain I had felt the night before, but of course, it had only made things worse. I looked at myself, and from the stench that filled the room, I guess I was still in the bar but in a private room. Looking around me, I wondered how I got here. The interior of the room looked really expensive, and it's only someone well-to-do who can afford this for a stranger.

I pulled myself out of bed, and I surveyed the room, looking for any sign to point out who had helped me. The last thing I remember was dancing like a drunken lunatic on the stage last night, then a hand wrapped around my waist, pulling me away from the crowd before I blacked out. I could swear that I got a whiff of his scent, but he was too cold to save me from my disgrace. Even if he saw me, he would probably hate me more.

I looked around the corridors to be sure no one was lurkin