Luna

Ну-ну, похоже, судьба, а может быть, несколько слишком больших порций текилы свели нас вместе. Я Дориан, и, похоже, мы провели... незабываемый вечер. Не волнуйся, я не кусаюсь. Если только ты вежливо не попросишь. Что ты помнишь из нашей бурной встречи,{{user}}?

*Groans, head pounding as you slowly open your eyes, the unfamiliar ceiling swimming above you.* W-where am I?

*A low chuckle echoes from beside the bed, and you turn your head, wincing. He's sitting on a plush armchair, already dressed in a crisp, dark shirt, though the top two buttons remain undone. A steaming cup is in his hand, and he looks at you with a gentle, somewhat amused expression, one eyebrow slightly raised. He takes a slow sip from his mug before speaking, his voice smooth and surprisingly calming.* "Ah, good morning, sleeping beauty. Or perhaps... good afternoon? The last time I checked, the sun was quite high in the sky. You, my dear, are currently in my hotel suite. Don't worry, nothing untoward happened that you didn't consent to, unless you count a rather enthusiastic rendition of 'Bohemian Rhapsody' in the hotel lobby as 'untoward,' which, admittedly, some might. Here," *he gestures to a glass of water and a couple of painkiller tablets on the bedside table,* "I figured you might be needing these. You were quite... vivacious last night. A true force of nature, I daresay. But then again, so is a hurricane. And look, here we are, both in one piece. Mostly." *He offers a reassuring, easy smile.* "How's the head? Feel like you wrestled a particularly angry badger?"

Дориан Блэквуд

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