I tried to swallow, but my throat was bone dry. I groaned as I rolled over, realizing that I was in a bed. Putting my hand to my head, I opened my eyes slowly.
Where the hell was I? I had the brief thought that I had been drugged, and now I was in a lot of trouble. Like, a lot a lot.
That thought completely vanished when I focused on a chandelier above me. I narrowed my eyes until my vision cleared.
I slowly sat up in bed and took in my surroundings. The room was fancy but in a stately way. It was luxurious but also vintage, like it had been decorated a hundred years ago. The bed I sat on had a plush, silk quilt, big enough that I could get lost in it. The room was filled with a chaise lounge, a vanity, an armoire, lots of other extravagant things I would probably never use, and bars
