the_love_hotel
Ginger sleeps in a sort of inconsiderate way. Only inconsiderate if someone else were to be lying on the same bed, of course. Lying on her stomach, cheek squished into the pillow, both arms and a leg extended, she enjoys taking up quite a bit of room for herself.
When her eyes open, she sees different shades of a colour which reminds her of a certain crimson fluid that has gotten her into trouble countless times. The red and unfamiliar items she sees helps her realize that she is in a room, but not hers.
"The fuck...?"
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When her eyes open, she sees different shades of a colour which reminds her of a certain crimson fluid that has gotten her into trouble countless times. The red and unfamiliar items she sees helps her realize that she is in a room, but not hers.
"The fuck...?"
[ LINK ]