Waking up in a Mansion/AskHerHowYouGotHere

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"You picked me up at Utopia last night. You told me this was your house. I can't believe you don't remember."
"You picked me up at Utopia last night. You told me this was your house. I can't believe you don't remember."
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She looks around frantically. "Is this some kind of trick? Some kind of prank? You fuck me and then pretend you don't remember? Well fuck you, dude."
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Utopia is a fancy club in the city. You know that much, but you don't think you've ever been there. What the hell is going on?
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Opens the door and storms out, still totally naked.
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The woman looks around frantically. "Is this some kind of trick? Some kind of prank? You fuck me and then pretend you don't remember? Well fuck you, dude."
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She opens the door and storms out, still totally naked.
You lift your head to watch her go, then let it hit the pillow again.
You lift your head to watch her go, then let it hit the pillow again.

Current revision as of 18:15, 31 January 2013

You glance around. This place doesn't seem familiar.

"How did we get here?" you ask.

You seem to be feeling less groggy, though your memory is not returning.

The blonde backs away from you, her eyes wide. She slips from the bed and grabs some clothes from a chair in the corner.

"You picked me up at Utopia last night. You told me this was your house. I can't believe you don't remember."

Utopia is a fancy club in the city. You know that much, but you don't think you've ever been there. What the hell is going on?

The woman looks around frantically. "Is this some kind of trick? Some kind of prank? You fuck me and then pretend you don't remember? Well fuck you, dude."

She opens the door and storms out, still totally naked.

You lift your head to watch her go, then let it hit the pillow again.

Great. You still don't know where you are, and now you're definitely not getting a blowjob.

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