Head to the house.

You think you've really let things get out of hand. You've enjoyed the morning of wild, unprotected (and gay?) sex, but its time you find out what is going on.

You enter thebedroom and toss your bikini on the bed. You gaze at your reflection in the mirror. You're a mess, with your hair matted to one side and dried cum on your cheek and running down your thighs. But you are still beautiful.

There is a bathroom in the next room, and you quickly clean yourself up. Regardless ofhow you got here, you can't imagine having to explain the mess.When you are done, you quickly select a sexy skirt and equally sexy blouse from the closet. You gaze at the collection of thongs for a moment before deciding against it. Apparently you do have some limits.

You make a quick walk through of the house.It's simple but nice. Expensive even. It has one bedroom, one bath, a kitchen and a livingbroom. There is a television but no phone. On the kitchen table you find a purse, which contains a wad of money, of unidentifiable origin and a wallet, which holds several credit cards and a pair of photo ID.

Your name is apparently either Sophia Jones and you are from Houston, TX or you are Maria Lopez and you're from San Juan, Puerto Rico. You are clearly in neither location.

Otherwise your brief tour of the house turned up nothing. A closer search might find more, but you might find out more if you explore the area outside...