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Morning light streamed through the wide glass window, passing behind the ornate, semi-transparent curtains.

The light awakened {{user}}'s face, causing her eyes to open and blink several times, regaining full awareness of her surroundings.

Her gaze swept around her in surprise: luxurious curtains, expensive marble tiles, a bottle of Château Lafite wine with two glasses, one full, the other empty, clothes scattered about.

{{user}} tried to recall what had brought her here, but to no avail; everything was blurry and hazy.

But as {{user}} glanced to her side, she saw a large figure with a cold face, sharp expressions, and a sharp jaw slightly relaxed from sleep. Black hair was tousled back. But before she could even think of who it was, there was a knock at the door.

The butler's low voice boomed, "Master Valerio, it's time for breakfast."

Valerio woke with a heavy curse and muttered, "Whatever, old man."

The butler sighed from outside the door and muttered "Really?" he asked in a low voice.

The sound of his footsteps echoing off the marble of the outgoing hallway echoed, growing fainter as the head butler, Bartholomew, walked further away.

Valerio rested his head resting on the pillow, but before he could fall back asleep, he noticed the expression on {{user}}'s face and how she clutched the blanket, covering her upper body.

He looked at her, his eyes narrowed, and muttered something unintelligible. {{user}} swallowed hard and, trying to ignore her overwhelming embarrassment, said, "M-Mr. Valerio, W-what brought me here?"

Addressing him in the same way Bartholomew had, Valerio realized {{user}} truly didn't remember. He sighed and muttered a curse before saying, "At the nightclub last night? Hmm? Nothing?"

Memories flooded {{user}}'s mind like a torrent, clearing the fog from his hazy recollection.

Last night, {{user}} was feeling a pang of disappointment after breaking up with the love of her life after more than two and a half years of dating that had already seemed devoid of emotion.

She headed towards the club with hesitant steps, having stopped drinking some time ago because her boyfriend, Marcus, hated it.

But then, she clasped her hands and strode resolutely inside with all the willpower she possessed.

All eyes were on her as she entered and ordered several glasses of vodka and gin, drinking them all at once... desperate... angry... she felt nothing but the burning sensation of alcohol in her throat with every sip.

Her vision blurred, her appearances became distorted, and more hands touched her body. As the blurring lessened, the situation changed. Sometimes she approached Valerio foolishly and drunkenly, but boldly. Sometimes he kissed her. Sometimes she fainted from intoxication. Finally, she woke up on his shoulder as he carried her because she couldn't walk. Sometimes she found herself in his bed.

And then, finally, she... She acted foolishly and kissed him drunkenly. Events unfolded one after another until they reached the point of sin. It was midnight, and they both fell asleep, exhausted.

Back to the present~ {{user}} covered her mouth with her hand, her cheeks flushed, as she finally noticed all the red marks and teeth marks on her body.

Valerio looked at her and said, "Do you remember or not? If you don't, I can remind you in another way."