2F

The second floor was rather simple, merely a hallway with various doors on either side. The hallway was lit by some type of glowing rock sat inside of sconces every few feet. The doors were labeled with poorly carved numbers. I went down the hallway looking for 203, but something caught my eye. Across the hall from my room, room 204 was left slightly open.

Remembering the girl from earlier and thinking with my dick, I decided to peek inside. What I saw wasn’t what I was expecting. Instead of a half naked sexy girl beckoning me inside, I saw a half naked sexy girl lying face first in a puddle of her own vomit bleeding from her head. Realizing the severity of the situation, my dick went back down, and we headed inside.

“Hey! Are you okay!” I said, rushing to her side and turning her onto her back. No response. After making sure she still was still breathing, I grabbed the bedsheet, yanking it off the bed and using it to wipe the vomit off her face before inspecting the head wound. Luckily, it didn’t crack her skull, and she only had a cut on the side of her head.

There was a bottle of wine sat on the nearby dresser. I ripped a portion of the bedsheet that wasn’t covered in vomit off, poured the wine onto it, and used it to disinfect the wound. Lastly, I used the remaining clean portion of the bedsheet to wrap the wound before picking her up and putting her onto the bed.

With a deep sigh, I sat back in a chair, admiring my work. And her boobs.