Heckler's Apartment

When I finally wake up, it's clearly morning, and I find the sun shining everywhere. I blink, rubbing my eyes as I tried to understand where I was. I could not recognize it at all, as everything seemed alien to me. I move my body around in a random scramble, noticing my own nudity. I force myself to remain still, listening closely to what was around me, doing my best to notice where I was.

It's then I hear my Hecklars voice, calling from someplace around me. "Ah good, my Harlot, you've awakened! Hope you're a morning person, as I have lots to do on our schedule before your next shift tonight."