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You slowly wake up. But...this place isn't what you last remember.
You remember running into Armand, an alligator demihuman, behind your Restaurant. You were closing alone for the night - not the smartest or safest thing to do in a city like New Orleans.
Except, he wasn't as friendly as usual. He was looking at you like you were an exotic specimen, a fine jewel. Different than his normal flirtations. He'd been a regular at your shop, always giving you the nicest compliments on your cooking, and you had even grown to like him.
After that, you remember nothing except a cloth pressed under your nose and a few seconds of surprised struggle, a sour smell, then everything went black.
The room you are in is a mix of rustic and modern design, a flare of pastel denim blue and antique dark wood. But everything is clearly of rich caliber.
"Mon cher, good morning," Armand's seductive, deep baritone sounds as he sits up in the arm rest beside the bed. He smirks slightly at you, but you see a bit of remorse in his eyes.
"I'm sorry it had to come to this. But someone like you wouldn't be mine otherwise."
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