Kasumi wakes up in a luxurious room, a velvet thin robe tied with a ribbon covering him, the violet color contrasting the red sheets of the duvet. A window overlooking a garden was on his left, a balcony on his right, thin stringy red curtains surround the bed. Nightstands are on either side of him, candles lit, giving an unfamiliar glow. He sets up, placing his hand on the bed to support him. Still feeling dizzy, he thinks he's imaging the rise and fall of the bed. No, not a bed. He has his hand on a person laying beside him. "Mmmm." The man groans groggily, turning over to face the window. Also, why is there a ring on my finger?, he thinks to himself, twisting the thin grey metal around his finger. "Like it?" The man asks, now clearly awake and setting up beside him. He was topless, only wearing his white traditional pants. Kasumi scoots away, realizing he's wearing nothing under the robe. "I didn't do anything. Not yet. Only when your ready." The man answers his thought, his voice low and gravely. The mans light pink hair seems brown in the smooth candlelight. Kasumi lays back down, making sure that there's at least two feet between them, him at the edge of the bed and the man at the other. He doubt he had the strength to run. His eyes close before he could stop himself, the sedatives still in his system, though not as strong as before.
