The Man With the Golden Eyes

He awoke in softness. He opened his eyes and knew he was in bed. He was also aware of three other things—a horrible taste in his mouth—a splitting headache—and the fact he was not alone. He blinked and the form beside the bed sharpened from a blur and turned into a beautiful girl; a girl he felt he should know. Then he remembered. He had met her the previous night in the Lotus Room. She had been introduced to him as Daphne. She was still very beautiful; cool as a summer afternoon in the woods.