A buzz rang in her ears, and Mia Grant's mind went blank.
She didn't know if it was a drunken blackout or the effect of some drug.
Her memory of last night seemed to stop at... the bed.
She felt so hot and wanted some water.
She didn't know who, despite seeing her state, had decided to wrap her up tightly in the blanket.
She was like a human burrito, struggling and rolling around on the bed.
Then, with a THUD, she rolled onto the floor...
In the haze, she only remembered peeling off the sweat-soaked gown that clung to her body.
And after that...
Mia Grant slapped her forehead in frustration.
She had no choice but to ask the System for help.
The System was silent for a long time before finally replying: [Apologies, Host. In situations like this, we usually fade to black. We can't see anything.]
[However... before we faded to black, it seems the Host was the one taking the lead.]
"..."
Mia Grant closed her eyes, her heart filled with despair.
