Marken's stirring roused Ella from her sleep, a soft, barely audible groan escaping her lips as his warmth left her. Thankfully, his warmth quickly returned, & wrapped around her. Ella kept her eyes shut against the annoying brightness of the morning sun, feeling the dull throb of a headache moving in to take the place of her previous drunkeness. At least Marken knew she wasn't really a lady of high class, because se certainly didn't drink like one the night before.

Come to think of it, part of the night was a haze after. Damn it, she had started stripping. Ella forced her eyes open & sat up in bed, groaning again as a wave of nausea & dizziness overtook her. It took all of her mental strength not to let out a stream of curses, especially when she realized she was only in her chemise, & Marken was in his underwear.

"Marken, what did we do last night?" she groaned, "When we got back here. I remember talking, & then you asked me about scars, &... it gets really fuzzy after that."