The next morning

You wake up at 2 pm the next day, your head still agressivly buzzing.

You slowly sit up, still covered in your blanket. "What the fuck did i do last night, i don't remember doing any ****."

You rub your eyes and look around your room. As you noticing a huge orange tinted stain in your sheets you looked over to your desk, seeing the typewriter.

"It seems i didn't just dream that part."

You move out of your bed and slowly start moving towards your desk.

Not even sitting down you type 'I'm sober'. It doesn't even take a second until the overwelming feeling disapears, but it is quickly replaced by an equally pressing feeling of lust.

First of a few housekeeping tasks. 'My sheet is clean' 'the room is cleaned up' 'I'm waring fresh clothes'

'I only need two hours of sleep per day' "this will also come in handy so this doesn't happen on a weekday."

"Lets deal with the main problem now." You say to your self. "Why did that happen anyways?"

You glance over the changes you've made so far and soon stumble upon your mistake.

"So, you're a demonic snatch, eh?!? I did have a lot of fun with you last night though."

'My libido is decreased by 50%'

"Can't have me laying around and masturbating all day."

"Next up, preparing for liz's arival."