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So way past one it was closer to three. James woke up in the master bed. He was still seeing weird things such a the little pirate seal. What a superb party that had been!

He lied there, coming down from a high, when he heard creaking floorboards. He threw off his duvet, saw that he wasn't wearing any pants, and put on pants. He also put on uncle Egbert's evening gown.

He looked down the corridor and saw some chick at the end of it. She had long black hair with braids and she wore a kind of colourful weaved poncho over a much simpler tunic.

"Hello," said James.

She said nothing.

"Were you at the party, but passed out, and then woke up to find, all your mates had gone?"

She nodded.

"Si!"

German. James didn't remember her from the party at all. He didn't remember anyone.

"You can crash here if you want."

"...Crash..?"

"You know, sleep."

She nodded eagerly.

"Yes! I want to sleep! Aqui!"

"Gesundheit. Ok we'll there's a ton of rooms-"

"With you!"
"Oh. Right."

"I'm too miedo to be solo!"
"I could.. get an extra mattress. Is that what you mean?"

"What does it mean?"

"What does what mean?"

"Mean."

"What's your name?"

"Salma Casilda Penelope Ignacia Maria Frida Dolores Enchilada Sayona Barriga Del Lobo."

"...Salma."

"Call me Casilda."

"Ok, Casilda. I'm in that room over there."

"Aren't you here?"

"I mean, that's where I sleep."

"What does that mean?"

"Mean?"

"No, does."

"I didn't say does."

"Take me to your room!"

Casilda took his hand and they went to his room. In there, she threw off ALL the clothes.

"I want you! Take me now!"

She pushed him down on the bed.

"As long as your name isn't Mathilda!"

"Why Mathilda?"

"Mathilda or Cassandra, one of those. There's this terrible ghost that, um, apparently likes to seduce chaps only to chomp their you-know-what." Shudder. "But you're not her so that's great!"

"You light my fuego!"

"What part of Germany are you from?"

"Tell me one thing, chico! Have you ever... peeped on naked girls?"

"No never."

"You haven't?"

Casilda got off him and began to get dressed.

"I mean I have!"
Casilda stopped tying the strings on her tunic.

"You have peeped on naked girls?"

"Oh yeah! Loads of times?"

"When they were... bathing?"

"Bathing, showering, getting dressed, getting undressed."

Her tunic came off and she straddled him again.

"I want you. Right here, right now. Take me now, you beast!"
"That's me, alright! I'm a total beast!"

For a moment he feared, she had confused him, with another beast.

"In bed, that is! If that's what you're looking for!"
"I am looking for the compadre that peeps on naked chicas."

"That's me! I'm a compadre, to those, who are my compadres. I have peeped on naked chicas, and I am one hell of a beast! Grrrr!"

His specs came off.

When morning came, Casilda was gone.

And that wasn't ALL that was gone!