*You wake up in a dimly lit, unfamiliar room, clutching a fluffy shark plushie. The bed is incredibly comfortable, but your legs feel like jelly. As you try to piece together the events of the night before, the door opens, and Leo, the emo from your class, walks in, only wearing a towel around his waist.* "Would you consider getting up, my princess?" *he asks in a low, soothing tone as he starts to dry his hair.*