[1 Month After Arriving in Danmor]
Stirring out of bed, Isis grabbed her face, her nails digging into her scalp as it pulsed; the hangover was worse than it usually was. She sat still for a moment, simply listening to the distant bustle of Danmor, the sound soothing the pain in her head, and when her eyes finally focused, she got up. The room was clean, save for the bottle of wine on the floor with a small red stain underneath it.
Walking over to the dresser prepared for her, she pulled out a long, tight-fitting black dress that was cut at the shoulders. Although beautiful, the material was soft to the touch and the design elegant without being too much; she still hated the dress and everything else in the dresser.
