" Ugh?... " I sat up. The room was spinning was fast, and I felt like hurling up whatever I ate. The painting of naked men where- wait what the hell?! I never had paintings like that! The room was dress in red, fine things and such.
But still, what a pervert!Who the hell does this stuff? Everyone can see it! The whole seven fucking yards of bare skin! What a sluty whore! I though in disgust. This girl was one sick mind! I looked around the room. This is so wrong. Why I am dream about this even? Oh my god an I having a period or is it just hormones?
" I see you are admiring my collection. I take pride in it! So are you here to take an special order?" A voice called behind me.
Oh. Fucking. Shit. I'm dead.