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The smell of strong coffee woke me, and I opened my eyes to an unfamiliar ceiling of draped cloth. I found myself in a canopy bed that was, in a word, girly, and it brought to mind an incident from my childhood when I’d slept over at a friend’s house and woke to find myself the victim of his sister and friends’ cosmetic attention. A hand over my face revealed I wore no makeup, but I also had no clothing on other than my underwear.
“Your outer garments were filthy,” a female voice said. “You landed in a puddle of vomit when you fell. You’re lucky it didn’t soak through, although your white sweater might never be the same.”
I raised myself on one elbow and saw a dark-haired beauty wearing a silk kimono-style robe sitting at the dressing table. She didn’t hold any of the cosmetics, just
