Gemma groggily awoke from slumber. She didn't recognize where she was, the last thing she remembered was being at the bar last night. But she was not In her normal bedroom. She peered around and noticed she was in a very spacious bedroom now, decorated ornately, but with no windows and a big double-doored entrance. The mattress of the well-beyond-king-sized bed was super soft and comfortable, but she soon became aware she was tied down to the bedposts. This obviously made her panic but after minutes of struggling, she figured it useless. She couldn't help but wonder why the bed was so vast, her fit, skinny, and shorter frame barely made a dent in its size, covered in only a loose bikini. She could make out peering from above her, a massive mirror acting as the ceiling of the room, reflecting her dire situation. Eventually, she heard a door creak open, and the person she saw made her freeze. Long black hair, curvaceous, with many tattoos. She was wearing a crop top, and some
