When she became adjusted to the dark room, that’s when Sherri realized that the place she lay in was not a familiar one, and she carefully scanned the room while covering her body with the blanket.

There was a large jug of water on the nightstand to the left. Below it was her messed up underwear and a dress that looked like it had been ripped off violently… And next to the water jug on the nightstand were new underwear and even another dress.

She remembered clearly that she had been satisfied, but how could she not even remember the man’s face? A look of dismay flashed across her face. No matter how thirsty she was for a man, if he wasn’t her type, she never touched him, but she felt nasty that a man below her standard had lusted for her.

After emptying half the water in the jug as if her throat was burning, she finally found a note lying on the new set of clothes. It was probably something left behind by the guy she’d slept with. Looking at her body clad in the blanket, there were no marks left behind, plus it was no doubt that the man had some manners since she saw that he’d wiped her down clean.

The neat, graceful handwriting on the expensive-looking paper made her think that maybe this guy wasn’t so bad.

[I apologize for our first encounter. I am the master of Tranites Bar. In the future, we will provide you with anything for free if you say the name ‘Heres’, so we ask you to please visit us again. We’ll do anything to pick a beautiful rose without permission.]

Although there wasn’t a name written, it sounded like the owner of the bar where Sherri had gone drinking. She didn’t think he would let another customer take her drunk at such a luxury bar with good customer service.

However, it was ridiculous that it’d happened with Master, so she let out a laugh. Come to think of it, she had seen the faces of the manager, bartenders, and the other staff members countless times, but never once had she seen Master.

Belatedly curious, Sherri’s eyes caught the intrusive phrase written at the end. Beautiful rose…?

When she quickly raised her hands to check her hair, the brown hair she’d come out disguised in was in her grasp. And her magic ring was still on her finger.

No doubt the man called Master had seen her without her ring. Otherwise, her common brown hair and brown eyes would not have reminded him of roses. Sherri’s face, which was just trying to pass it off as a simple happening, looked embarrassed.

Up until now, she’d never shown her true identity while sleeping with a man. On top of that, once she used a man to satisfy her s*xual frustration, she never looked back at him.

Despite her promiscuous-looking private life, it had its own rules.

First, it was her implicit rule to never ever put her hands on men in the castle. Sherri also knew that even if he was a lower-ranking employee than her, rumors were likely to spread if it happened.

Because of that, she enjoyed changing her appearance whenever she slept with different men from time to time. It was so she didn’t cause harm to her father, a marquis, with bad rumors.

And last, she didn’t let anyone she slept with leave marks on her body. She allowed it, but the moment it came to s*x, if it wasn’t someone she was romantically involved with… she felt repulsive. Couldn’t she just enjoy it for a moment?

The author, called the owner, thankfully hadn’t left any marks on her, but she became a bit embarrassed that her identity had been discovered. Of all places, why a bar on the estate?

On top of that, this place was pretty close to her father’s castle. It was a fact that the people of Mihalshel Estate had brighter hair color than those of other places, but it was hard to find someone with coquettish rose-colored hair like Sherri’s.  And it would only be a matter of time before he discovered who Sherri was. He wouldn’t try to intimidate or make unreasonable demands on the grounds of s*x, right?

Well… if such a person exists, I don’t think he would leave a note behind, politely telling me to find him again, she thought. How could she get wasted and drag someone to bed like this? Sherri pointlessly decided never to over-drink again.

After putting on the underwear and clothing the man had prepared and wrapping herself in the robe neatly folded next to her, she left the room squeezing the letter in her hand. Not knowing where she’d go, she blindly descended the central staircase and ended up at the bar she’d been drinking at. Looks like he really was the owner. However, even though she was in a hurry, she had been in the bedroom in the bar…