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He checked around. He was in a bad with blue drapes and considering the way it was placed, it was likely that he hadn't been the only one in it. As he sat down, he placed his hand over his face and massaged his forehead. It was painful. He groaned unconsciously for a moment. Then, he got up and realized his nakedness. He looked around the foreign room and found his clothes all over the place. At least, they were in the room. He picked them one by one and got dressed.

He opened the door. He tried to do it as furtively as he could. And he was greeted by the sight of a spacious area that could have been considered a living room if not for its sheer size. It was bigger than his dorm itself, and twice bigger at that. In the center of it was a beautiful white marble table and sitting at it was a gorgeous woman with a cup of coffee and the holo-mode of her wrist-com activated.

As she saw him up, she smiled and asked him: "Coffee?"

He nodded without thinking. To be fair, she already noticed him and, what's more, he had many questions.

The woman got up and he witnessed how incredible her body was once more. She was wearing tight white jeans and sported a black shirt, both accentuating her curves. It was simple yet effective in showcasing herself and her beauty. At the very least, Ron was charmed. Her long brown hair reached a little over her shoulders and was curled slightly giving an illusion of more volume. It bounced a bit as she moved to Ron's left where a white marble counter stood. As he peaked behind it, he could see the kitchen. As he looked a bit more at the surroundings, he noticed that mostly everything was made from white marble. The furniture at least. As for the color theme, it was black and white. The entire place oozed out an impressive atmosphere of luxury yet humbleness. It was a very nice home. Ron was quite envious. He hoped he would live long enough to have a chance to get one like that for himself.

She took him out of his reverie as she asked: "Are you going to stand there all day? Go take a seat"

"Oh, uh, right, thanks"

He went to the table and wondered whether to sit in front of her or next to her…In the end, he decided to sit in front. He felt it might be awkward otherwise and it was bad enough already.

Moments later, the woman came back with a cup for him and gently placed it on the table in front of him with a smile before going back to her seat. Ron picked it up, and feeling the heat, began to blow on it. She was smiling at him as she sipped on her own. He was seriously scared as he didn't know what he did and what to do.

She put down her cup with a chuckle and asked rhetorically: "You don't remember, do you?"

Ron put down his own cup as he sighed. He bowed slightly and apologized honestly. She waved it away as she said: "It's fine. You were heavily drunk there after all and I might have taken advantage of that"

He was curious about what she meant but he certainly didn't want to be impolite. However, she playfully asked him if he was: "Curious~?"

He nodded awkwardly and she began to tell him what happened: "Well, it's nothing new, you know. You were alone and drunk in the club, dancing madly. I was slightly tipsy and saw you. You look rather great, you know, being young and muscular like that. Back then, I thought so too and being tipsy, I didn't think twice before I approached you. Danced with you the whole night then brought you back home. It was quite the night"

"Was it?" asked an awkward Ron.

She nodded with a chuckle: "Yeah. As we arrived, we stumbled everywhere. One of my vases was even broken. Ah, but don't worry about it, I was going to buy a new one anyways. Then, once we reached the bedroom… I have to say, you are truly muscular, much more than I expected"

Ron grabbed hold of all of his courage and bravely asked: "Did we do it?"

She nodded and asked back with a laugh: "What else did you think we would have done?"

He blushed. To think his first time would have been while drunk…And to think he wouldn't even be able to remember it. He looked at the beauty in front of him and at least found some respite from that fact. His first time was with a young beauty.

Her next words trampled on that fact however: "So, I do hope you will take responsibility~"

He looked at her with an incredulous gaze. He was wondering what she was talking about. Deep down, he hoped it wasn't about the vase he might have broken. And he hoped she wasn't talking about herself too. After all, he didn't know her. They didn't know each other.

She broke into a fit of laughter.

After calming down a few moments later, she said: "I was joking, you don't have to be so stuck up. It makes me feel as if it had been your first time"

She had said playfully but seeing how Ron remained silent and looked slightly away, she began to reconsider. Was that really his first night?

Regardless, it didn't matter much. It was a one-time thing. She got up and said: "Anyways, I got to go work so, sorry, I don't want to be impolite but you will have to leave too"

He nodded and answered with a smile: "It's fine, I can understand that"

The both of them finished their cups and left the woman's apartment. They went down in silence. Arriving at the entrance of the building, she asked him for his wrist-com number and he gave it to her. Then they each went their own way.

As Ron walked back to the university dorms, he was having many thoughts. The strongest one those being a criticism at himself for not remembering the night.