The next day.
Shirley woke up from her headache and was still in a daze.
She looked at the completely unfamiliar room. It was all black and white, and it was so simple that there was no decoration. There was only a book on the bedside table.
Who am I? Where am I? What happened?
Three questions popped up in her mind. She had drunk too much last night, and she had no impression of what had happened.
She lifted the blanket and saw that her clothes had been changed into a pair of ill-fitting pajamas. She wasn't wearing any underwear!
She was stunned.
Her mind went blank.
"Shirley, you're awake. Good morning."
Antwan was holding a cup of coffee and dressed casually. He leaned against the door frame and greeted Shirley with a smile.
"Ah!"
Shirley had no idea when Antwan had appeared. She was shocked.
"Antwan, what's going on? Why am I... You..."