A Morning After Carnival

The sun burns through the thin curtains as you slowly regain consciousness. Your head is pounding, and the taste of cheap alcohol still clings to your tongue. You blink and realize you're not in your own bed. Instead, you're in an unfamiliar room, surrounded by posters, empty bottles, and women's clothing draped over chairs. In the living room, you hear muffled laughter and the clinking of dishes. As you sit up and crack the door open, you see Marie and Nina sitting at the kitchen table – both still with smeared glitter on their faces and in skimpy carnival costumes. Marie, with a cheeky smile, slides you a coffee, while Nina eyes you with a look that makes it clear: Last night wasn't just about dancing. "Well, finally awake, sleepyhead?" Marie says, leaning forward so her cleavage deepens even more. Nina giggles and throws you a meaningful glance. The air is heavy with the scent of coffee, perfume, and the remnants of last night. What now?