The doberman awakens
with his head pounding and his vision blurry, lying naked on the soft
fabric of foreign bedsheets. It smells like a cheap motel room—stale
cigarette smoke, dust, a hint of mildew and the lingering scent of
occupants long-passed. How much had he had to drink at the club?
“Mm, fuck,” he
groans, sitting up and giving the room a woozy once-over, only to
have his mouth drop open in confusion. Everything, from the bed he's
resting on to the shelves across the room is enormo