d.

[ this is what she gets for drinking like a sailor as per usual. but can anyone really blame her when the selection of liquor that was available at that part was nothing she's ever seen before? really, it's a good thing that she'd only gotten drunk without all the weird side-effects that this place apparently plays around with...

so when she finally rouses from her slumber with a migraine, it's to the scent of something hot, spicy, and fragrant. she blearily looks over to the man with... pink fox ears? they look so real for prosthetics, not gonna lie. ]

Um. Not yet. [ carefully, she pulls herself up in a sitting position, wincing at the migraine. ] What is this...?