Falco started to wake up. His head pulsed and ached, but that was to be expected with the drinking he did last night, so that wasn't surprising to him. What was surprising was the fact that he couldn't move his wings to rub his migraine away. He opened his eyes to see strapped into a bed. With each limb tied separately.
"What the hell?!" He began thrashing around trying to break free, but the straps holding him held firm. After what felt like several minutes, he calmed down. "Okay... this isn't working..." He thought to himself. He began examining the room he was in. If anything it looked like a lavish, yet somewhat girly bedroom. Not what one would expect from a captivity location. As he looked around the room something caught his eye.
"Ah, Geez..." He looked down at his body and saw that the only clothes he had on was a tiny concealing thong, barely covering his privates. "Whoever did this is some weird motherf-" His words were cut off when the doors opened.
"Hello Falco" Katt Monroe said entering the area with a mysterious case at her side. "I'm going to enjoy this..." She purred.
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