Unfamiliar Place

Amelia woke up in a daze, her mouth was dry and her head was a little groggy, but she felt an indescribable sense of euphoria, like flying in the clouds, like floating in the mist.

--How is this going?

She fell into a trance for a moment, not knowing where she was.

Someone kissed her roughly, and the smell was unpleasant, so she avoided it uncomfortably. Then she realized that she was lying down, with a hard and cold substance beneath her, perhaps glass, pressed against her hot skin, slightly weakening the heat on her body.

She had no time to find out who was kissing her, because no more than 3 seconds later, she suddenly realized that someone was squeezing her chest through the blouse. At the same time, she realized that she was half naked with only under garments on her body, and that someone was lying on her belly, and she didn't know what she was doing.

She was a little panicked, but calmly pushed away the person who was kissing her, turned over and stood up, and pushed away the head on her lower abdomen.

She tried hard to open her slightly swollen eyes and found that there were few people around her, including men and women, all young, and most of them were half naked like her.

They all laughed, their eyes blurred and their expressions ambiguous. The room was filled with smoke, mixed perfume, and body odor, and was filled with the kind of glitz and glamor that can only appear in movies. Her eyes widened.

Those people laughed even harder.

"Oh! Nana, you wasted such a good

thing!"

A boy smiled and took her hand.

Amelia glared at him.

Wait, these people - why are these people so clingy? Wait a minute. Who are these people and what is she doing here? Shouldn't she be in a hospital or at least at her home.

She looked down at herself.

-- I'm dreaming, right?

When did she become such a big breasted girl? The last time when she checked, she still had her pitiful B cups. Why did they they suddenly grow from B to D ones overnight?

Amelia was a little frightened.

She grabbed a skirt from the clothes on the floor, put it on, and walked out of the room bare feet. There were people walking up and down the corridor, almost all of them half-naked.

She found the bathroom, where there were three people leaning on the sink, having sex. She stared, confirming they were indeed there people, not two. They all turned to stare at her, but didn't stop.

"Get Out."

"What?"

"Out!" She raised her voice, almost screaming.

The three people shouted dissatisfied, "Hi!"

"Out! Out! Out!" She was a little angry. lt was impossible not to be afraid of suddenly appearing at a place suspected of being a promiscuous party, and for some fucking reason turning into someone other than myself.

The three people left the sink, leaving a mess behind, and inevitably called her "Crazy" several times. Amelia ignored them and hurriedly closed the door.

She took off the dress that she had put on hastily. It was a very beautiful short vest skirt covered with pink sequins, which could barely cover the huge breasts.

Amelia looked carefully at the girl in the mirror: fluffy shoulder-length dark blond hair like gold, a round face that looked quite young, wide eyes like a cat, clear ocean-blue irises, curved eyebrows, delicate collarbone, slender neck like a ballerina, and a pure snow white complexion. Although the appearance was indeed beautiful as a fairy, but it didn't seem to have been properly taken care of. There were dark circles under the eyes and the the beautiful hair were messy like a bird nest.

She was confused by what she was seeing. Wasn't she involved in a car accident last night when returning home from the recording studio. She should've been in a hospital, but instead she woke up in a such a strange debauched place.

Suddenly, she gasped in pain and a huge torrent of memories rushed to her mind which doesn't seem to belong to her. She held her head due to the intensity of pain and almost lost her consciousness. After few minutes, the pain subduided a little and she looked at herself in the mirror again.

She was covered in sweat and and her face was pale, as if someone had sucked all the blood out of her. In addition to it, there were also memories of the body she was in. The memories were not complete, but she could still recall few things. The girl's name is Amelia Walter, she ran away from hometown at a young age and came to Los Angeles to become an actor. Due to her extremely beautiful appearance, she was able to land some supporting roles in TV shows and small budget films, but could not make a breakthrough due to her poor acting skills.

As for the remaining memories, she will sort them out later, but first she has to leave this place. The year was 1999, and she was currently in one of the many drug parties in hollywood. She doesn't know why this girl came to this place, but she should leave immediately before any accident happens.

Amelia again wore the short skirt which she had picked up from the room she was in when she woke up. She washed her face and hurriedly straightened her hair. At least, she doesn't look like a drug addicted witch now.

She quietly ran to the ground floor barefoot without making any noise. She was sure that no one would pay attention to a small character like her, but its still better to be cautious.

She found a pair of mid-calf lambskin boots in the right size that looked like they were worth a fortune, some pretty and flashy costume jewelry, and a few small bags. She took these things and came to the corridor, bent down to put on her boots and jewelry, and opened the small bags. There were wallets, cosmetics, car keys, door keys, and BP that seemed to her to be antiques. and extremely old style mobile phone.

She took most of the cash from wallets and hid it in the bag she picked for herself. She is not a thief, but its better to have some cash on myself, considering her situation. As for the owner of the things and cash, she can only say sorry. Anyway, such situations are common at these parties.