Wake Up

Selena was startled by the sudden appearance of a well-dressed man before her. Quickly, she tightened the blanket to avoid any exposure to her undressed body, especially in front of the stranger who just entered the room.

"Who are you?"

The man kindly responded with a smile, "I am Bastian, Miss."

Selena looked at him warily and said, "Bastian? I don't recognize you," while trying to recall the events of the previous night. She scolded herself for failing to limit her alcohol intake to more than three drinks, and now she felt the effect of her drunkenness; she could not recall the events that followed her urge to use the toilet.

Selena observed the man from head to toe, examining his clothes and the rough appearance of his injured right eyebrow. His tanned skin hinted at Latin descent. He seemed quiet, leading her to believe he worked at the club.

Nevertheless, there are still many questions in Selena's mind. How could she be in a room that resembled a hotel if this was a club? Was it