Your eyes--only just beginning to take in the room--look down and realize you're naked. Just as you can start taking this in, you feel something in the bed; so you look behind you and realize that there's a girl in the bed next to you. The bed is so big and thick that it wasn't until she started fumbling with the covers that you noticed her presence.
She appears to be waking up; quickly you stand up out of the bed, but then realize you're completely exposing yourself, so you jump back into the bed and under the covers. Wait, no, isn't that a lot more perverted? You take hold of the covers and think that you'll wrap yourself up in them and fall off the bed with them. But then *that* would mean exposing HER. Blegh, she's just about opening her eyes! You look behind you and see a bathroom to the left of the room, so you run in, mostly close the door, and peep your head out.
"Hey!" You say loudly, making sure she's aware of your presence and not accidentally frighten her.
You watch as she clamps open her mouth and shakes her head around a few times; her vision focuses, and then she suddenly looks shocked. She sits up--letting the covers fall to her lap--and rotates her head around, looking at the room. She eventually sees *you*.
"Oops!" She pulls the covers up over her chest. "Excuse me, where am I?" She asks, concerned.
"Good question. I just woke up here, naked in this bed with no idea how I got."
"Ohhhh..." She stands up and drags a thicker sheet up with her. "I'm assuming you also got an invitation to some big mansion from a magical store?"
"Yes! Exactly. Meridall's Exquisite Trinkets, yeah?"
"Uh, no, *I* got it from this weird little antique shop called 'The Crackened Cove'. Where are you from? You sound like you're from the Northwest."
"Minnesota. That's where I fell asleep last night anyway."
"And *I* went to bed in Nevada." She walks around the room a bit, carrying the blankets around her. "So at least one of us has been moved out-of-state..."
"So these kidnapper magical con artists have like a whole secret chain of stores they use to abduct people?"
The woman sighs with some anxiety.
"...this is really hard to hold up. It okay with you if I go without it?" She wiggles against the sheet.
"How old are you?" You ask.
"22."
"Okay," you nod, "then sure." You start walking out from behind the door. "I'm 23; Nathan Folk."
"Jordan Hois." She looks at you somewhat absentmindedly.
"So now that that's all established, let's see if we can find somebody to talk to."
She nods in agreement with you, and the both of you head for the door.