Tundra's head was pounding as he slowly started to reach consciousness. He wondered briefly if he'd been drinking again, when he noticed an unfamiliar smell forcing it's way into his nostrils. He opened his eyes carefully, the light seemingly blinding with his current headache. He took a moment to gather himself before looking around the room and taking in his surroundings. The place was fairly plain, with red as a main theme. The bed in which he was currently lying was huge and clearly the centerpiece of the room. Tundra had seen shit like this before and briefly wondered how he'd wandered his ass into a love hotel and woken up alone. That was certainly a new twist to an old story. The hangover, on the other hand, not so much. He sat, hyperaware of his naked body against the soft covers of the bed. He was just about to start looking for his clothing as the door svung open, startling him for a moment as he turned towards the intruder.
((OOC: this is my original character Tundra (
http://alleykittens.livejournal.com/676.html) He is a hulder(mythological magical being) and happens to be a bottom. Tundra prefers men, but if the lady is persuasive and dominant enough he might just go with the flow. No underage characters, please. If you have any other kinks? I'm pretty much okay with anything.))