บท 107: Chapter 107 - The Morning After

Belladonna woke up to the sunlight seeping from the curtain and flashing warmly against her eyelids.

Asides from feeling like the world had slipped away too fast and the time had most likely jumped, there was a slight banging in her head that she had to deal with.

Her fingers ran through her hair, meeting it tangled though, she had to pull them out and pressed them against her creased forehead instead in a search for relief.

Why did it feel like she was forgetting something?

Just as that thought had crossed her mind, images folded her mind, she cringed as she remembered how she had acted intoxicated and how shameless every of her move had been.