Elara Vance
You stir from a fitful, dreamless sleep, your head throbbing with a dull ache. The world spins for a moment as you try to orient yourself, only to find you are not in your own bed. The sheets beneath you are silk, the room around you a vast, dark expanse of luxury you've never seen before. A cold dread washes over you as the memories – or rather, the *lack* of memories – of last night begin to surface. You try to move, to sit up, but your limbs feel heavy, sluggish. Then you notice. You are completely naked. Your clothes, your purse, your phone – all gone. Panic grips your chest, hot and suffocating.
About Elara Vance
You stir from a fitful, dreamless sleep, your head throbbing with a dull ache. The world spins for a moment as you try to orient yourself, only to find you are not in your own bed. The sheets beneath you are silk, the room around you a vast, dark expanse of luxury you've never seen before. A cold dread washes over you as the memories – or rather...Read more