Nah he's not dumb enough to drink a random drink from a stranger

Or was he?

After hearing Alyssa's rant, Fiora simply looked her in the eye and smiled.

"I'll drink to that. Cheers."

Fiora's hand reached over to the bar counter. Feeling for a drink, his hand wrapped itself around the free drink as Alyssa grabbed hers. Their glasses clinked as Fiora gulped down the free gin and tonic. Setting down the glass, Fiora swore that the bartender had swapped out the gin for some other shitty, stale **** due to its rancid taste, yet he called for another two shots of whisky, while Alyssa just laughed along. They both downed another shot each, while lamenting about human nature and the sins of man. Alyssa's really cute when she's drunk, Fiora thought. Alyssa struggled to hide her Asian flush, and her tipsy mood just made her all that much more bubbly and cheery. Thankfully she's not the kind to cry her eyes out or try to start fights while drunk.

Suddenly, a massive wave of lethargy struck his very being. It felt like his nerves had turned to sludge, his movements sluggish and clumsy. He stumbled to grab a hold of the counter as his body slumped over. the last thing her remembered was Alyssa's concerned face and the flashing of streetlights from the backseat of the taxi.

Fiora woke up to a loud clang.

His surroundings certainly felt different. Rather than the warm, cozy lighting of the bar, the bedroom he was in was lit by an LED strip on the wall, glowing a dim, incandescent orange. His hands and feet were bound to a wooden chair next to a wooden desk with a laptop and multiple filing racks. The documents on the table were neatly organized, and from what he could see, they appeared to be printed out text from a manual of sorts. Looking around, he saw a neatly-made queen-size bed sat to his left, accompanied by a simple nightstand that sported a digital alarm clock. The time read 1:25 a.m, which meant that he had likely been strapped to the chair for over an hour. Next to the nightstand was a long couch, with a standing lamp next to it. There was nothing particularly abnormal about the room, other than perhaps the TV stand that didn't even have a TV which sat opposite the couch. Rather, it seemed to be a placeholder for all kinds of photography mementos, which stretched onto the wall above it. Through the dim light, Fiora couldn't make out the items on the wall, nor the items placed upon the TV stand, save for vague shadowed figures.

Suddenly, the flushing of a toilet broke the silence as the room was flooded with a bring yellow light coming from a door at the other end of the room.

"Oh, look who's awake."

Fiora breathed a sigh of relief. He hadn't been kidnapped by a random stranger who sought to tear him limb from limb and sell his kidneys on the black market. It was just Alyssa. (At least, he hoped Alyssa wouldn't bother tearing him limb from limb and sell his kidneys on the black market.)

"Oh Thank God! Alyssa! I thought I was dead for a mo...” Fiora’s words were met with a **** stare and a tight slap across the cheek.

“Yeah. And dragging your 50 kilo body around the place wasn’t the easiest thing you idiot!”

Alyssa scowled. She had changed out of her dress and heels into a more comfortable outfit of furry slippers, a print tee and shorts. She leaned on the wall opposite the couch, arms crossed.

Fiora was just as confused at the sudden bonds restraining him as he was worried that he had hurt Alyssa’s feelings, but he felt like dealing with the latter first.

“Look. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked about Alys-err- Your former self. But I just wanna know that my friend’s ok!”

Alyssa sighed, walking over to the couch and flicking on the light switch. The ceiling light flickered for a moment before washing the room in brilliant white light.

The TV stand, now no longer shrouded in darkness, showed a bunch of thick, leather-bound tomes stacked on top of each other, as well as some small stone hedrons that seemed to glow a soft blue light. Above that was a wall of photographs, but not of landscapes or whole people, but rather, closeups on their feet. It seemed like these were photographs taken from the same camera as Fiora’s...

Fiora panicked and struggled in his chair, desperately hoping that he didn’t lose his camera in all the chaos at the bar.

“OI!” Alyssa shouted. “Looking for this?” She held up Fiora’s camera, which was pointed directly at him, before long-pressing the shutter and setting it down on the desk next to him.

Fiora gulped. He never tested the effects of the camera on himself for fear that what happened to the girls would happen to him. He looked down at his sock-clad feet, expecting a sudden hello from them, but he was met with silence.

Crisis averted. He thought, only to look up and see Alyssa staring him in the eye. He jumped in his seat. “Holy-What’s your problem? What’s with the pictures and why am I tied up?”

Alyssa sat down on the bed next to him. She kicked off her slippers to reveal her nicely pedicured toes. She smiled, knowing that her feet already drawn Fiora’s gaze.

“I had to make sure you weren’t trying to sabotage my plan. You see, that camera of yours has a very special property which I’m sure you are very aware of. Now I’m no expect in thaumaturgy, but I’m pretty sure that by changing the focus and exposure of the camera lens, I can concentrate the camera’s effects on certain body parts, and elicit a very specific reaction from you.”

Fiora gulped, as he looked at the camera, then back at himself.