...Skye really didn't know what she expected. Like she was going to throw off the sheets to reveal the little Bunny, still bundled up in a little bondage ball with a collar on, immediately waking up and looking meekly up at her.<br/><br/>She clenched her head. God, this headache was a nightmare. Better make this quick... To go with her briefs, Skye pulled on a pair of dull brown trousers, and a dirty white tank top. No belt, and no bra. Too much of a headache to worry about either one of those.<br/><br/>Now "properly" dressed, Skye, rubbing her aching head, stumbled out of her apartment bedroom; maybe she could get some coffee in her and a few bites of kibble before she had to tend to the..."situation" in the living room. As she made "breakfast," she purposefully kept her head down and eyes forward, when they weren't achingly heavy from the hangover.