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He wakes, bewildered.
Instead of a bare hall under siege, he's in the most decadently luxurious room he's ever seen. The Arab probably lives like that, but Buliwyf feels as if he'd landed in some bizarre traveller's tale.
At least the dog's familiar snore is there, by his feet.
He lifts his head, feeling feverish, and unbecomingly hung-over.
What??
He is naked, in a decadently luxurious bed, and beside him, there is a naked man, and a total stranger, at that.
What???
Instead of a bare hall under siege, he's in the most decadently luxurious room he's ever seen. The Arab probably lives like that, but Buliwyf feels as if he'd landed in some bizarre traveller's tale.
At least the dog's familiar snore is there, by his feet.
He lifts his head, feeling feverish, and unbecomingly hung-over.
What??
He is naked, in a decadently luxurious bed, and beside him, there is a naked man, and a total stranger, at that.
What???
