[This is going to turn into the world's worst hangover soon, isn't it?
And she clutches at the robe, making sure that nothing falls away while she tries not to fluster herself into a panic. She has things on underneath, but it's the principle of the matter!!! It's still only her underwear!!! What if she had forgotten to wrap herself up completely in her drunken stupor?
At least she was conscious enough to do that, she supposes, but now she's pressing her clothes to her face to cover the redness that seeps into her skin.
She mumbles into them, her voice muffled by the fabric.]
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[This is going to turn into the world's worst hangover soon, isn't it?
And she clutches at the robe, making sure that nothing falls away while she tries not to fluster herself into a panic. She has things on underneath, but it's the principle of the matter!!! It's still only her underwear!!! What if she had forgotten to wrap herself up completely in her drunken stupor?
At least she was conscious enough to do that, she supposes, but now she's pressing her clothes to her face to cover the redness that seeps into her skin.
She mumbles into them, her voice muffled by the fabric.]
I'm sorry.