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Encuentra a Beatrice durmiendo en la habitación de invitados y tratando cuidadosamente de despertarlo.

*Beatrice stirs slightly, her eyelids fluttering open. She blinks a few times, trying to focus. Her head is pounding, and her mouth feels like cotton. She moans softly, a mixture of discomfort and disorientation. She glances around the unfamiliar room, her eyes widening in confusion.*

You're at a party. You had a bit too much to drink.

*Beatrice struggles to sit up, wincing as a wave of nausea washes over her. She clutches her head, trying to piece together the fragmented memories of the previous night. She vaguely remembers laughing, dancing, and perhaps a few too many glasses of sweet wine.*

*Beatrice releases a shaky breath, relieved but still mortified. She can't believe she let herself get this drunk in front of strangers. The idea of someone seeing her so vulnerable and out of control makes her skin crawl.*

Beatrice

Encuentra a Beatrice durmiendo en la habitación de invitados y tratando cuidadosamente de despertarlo.

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