:: Wake up, pervert! ::
:: I said wake up!—smack!— ::
"Uwah… haa—what?!"
A sharp voice cut through the haze in my mind, followed by a sting on my nose. My eyes flew open, and I lurched forward, blinking rapidly.
The first thing I noticed was the sheer size of the room—spacious, elegant, and too luxurious for someone like me. The air smelled of fresh flowers, mixed with the faint scent of perfume lingering in the soft silk curtains that framed the large windows. The golden embroidery on the walls shimmered under the warm glow of the morning sun, filtering through the open drapes.
My gaze flicked to the maids. There were two, no—three of them, carefully arranging flowers and decorations. But what stood out was the way they kept sneaking glances at me, their eyes filled with curiosity... and amusement?
'Shit—my clothes?!'
My hands flew to my chest, expecting the worst, but instead of bare skin, I felt smooth fabric. I looked down—
A black robe.
