As the sun began to rise, the party finally started to die down. Stragglers stumbled home, leaving behind empty beer cans and used condoms as proof of their wild night. The guys who had taken advantage of Ano's body slowly drifted off to sleep themselves, some curled up on couches and others passed out on the floor.

It wasn't until morning that someone finally found the courage to wake Ano up, gently shaking their shoulder and asking if they were okay.

The person who had woken them up gave a sympathetic smile. "You should probably go home and clean yourself up," they said softly. Ano nodded, wincing as they moved their aching body. As they stood up, the group of guys around them stirred slightly, but didn't seem to remember what had happened the night before.

"Thanks for the party," Ano muttered, stumbling off toward the exit. Their mind was a mess of confusion and arousal as they tried to piece together last night's events.