You awaken as the sun begins to rise. You let out a small sigh as you regain consciousness. You look down at yourself and realize that the blanket and top sheet have been pulled over you up to your neck, which is confusing because you certainly don't remember doing that before falling asleep. You let out a small groan and sit up and stretch, or at least you try to. As try to move your arms, though, you find that they've been bound to your sides. You utter a confused noise and struggle to move your legs and arms, but your arms are tightly tied up and your legs wrapped up and bound together. You struggle, feeling panic beginning to take over.
That's when she walks in. She's a slender young woman, you'd judge her to be in either her very late teens or very early twenties, old enough to vote - too young to drink. She wears the pink neon fur boots you spied earlier, a pair of blue leopard print tights, a low cut white shirt showing her midriff and yellow straps rather then sleeves, worn over a slightly bulky, rear-length pink fur vest with a puffy collar. Her hair straight, shoulder length and bears a quality of voluminousness that requires special effort, dark blonde in shade. She smiles when she sees you.
"Well well well, look who's finally up. Sleep well?" she asks as she closes the door behind her. You stare at her with a mixed feeling of fear at having been caught and indignation at having been tied up like this. You try to roll out of the bed, but a tug from the ropes indicate that whatever is tying you down is also tied to the bedposts, restricting your movement entirely. She giggles to see your struggles.
"Awww....guys are so cute when they're helpless." she coos..
"Lemme go." you say to her angrily.
"Hey," she says and walks up to you tapping your nose playfully with a delicate finger painted with green nail polish. "don't take that tone with me, sleepy-head. You're the one who barged into my room, curled up on my bed and feel asleep." She says and removes the blanket from you. You look down and see that you're not tied up with ropes, but with some sort of ribbon, pink of course, complete with a bow tied at your shoulder. What's more, underneath that you're wrapped in some kind of plain white sheet.
"Geeze, even your ropes are kitschy." you say and struggle some more. Your words don't seem to phase her. She simply responds by sitting down at a vanity and pulling out some make up products, letting her vest slide down off of her shoulders.
"I thought the ribbons were appropriate." she says, applying eye shadow "You were practically gift-wrapped for me after all, so I figured I'd finish the job and make you actually gift wrapped. If you wanted to be tied up with regular rope than you should have barged into someone else's room and slept uninvited in their bed." she says casually. You sigh and calm down.
"Okay, point taken. I'm sorry I intruded. I was lost and more than a bit confused. I mean there was this park and I got lost and I guess it all just kind of went to my head. Now please, untie me and I'll go." you say to her.
"'Fraid not babe." she says and purses her lips to apply lipstick "I mean don't get me wrong, you're my present and I'll have to unwrap you sooner or later, but your mine and you're not going anywhere." she says. With a few brushes on her cheek with blush brush she finishes her make up and stares at herself with an approving nod. Finally she turns to you.
"Still...what to do with you first?" she says, one arm crossed in front of her while the elbow of another rests atop the other, her hand draped under her chin in a thoughtful pose.