KIER

I eyes blinked open, and I looked up to see a strange ceiling.

“Fuck, where am I?” I croaked, grimacing. Why did my mouth taste like I ate something sour mixed with liquor?

As I tried to stand, a flash of images and loud words exploded behind my eyes.

“The king is back. Give him more,” someone shouted. Then, I opened my mouth, and a woman—her face fuzzy—poured a drink into her own mouth and then into mine.

That wasn’t all. Hands were roaming around my body, lips on places like my neck, my mouth.

Flashing lights. Bodies grinding together.

Then it all vanished as quickly as it had...