"Don't worry, babygirl. I'm a gracious winner...And a gracious host."

Driven by the sting of being stood up on a date with a lady you quite fancied, you were swayed by a beautiful stranger, whom introduced herself as Astele, into a friendly contest - A drinking game. Of course, she neglected to mention that she had a bit of an unfair advantage, as she just so happened to be the CFO of Dionysian Corp, and had quite an impressive tolerance to alcohol.

Of course, you never stood a chance, and the following morning was anything but normal - Rather than the soft light of your bedroom lamp, you woke up to the sting of defeat, the throbbing agony of a hangover, and...The warmth of cuddles?