Clara woke up, her head throbbing w

Clara woke up, her head throbbing with the pain of the worst hangover of her life. She opened her eyes for just a second and closed them again quickly, the light blinding painfully. She dragged the duvet over her head and just wanted to fall back asleep, but something didn't feel quite right. This wasn't her bedding. Hers was fluffy and warm and the one she was wrapped in felt smooth and slightly cooling. Despite the pain she threw away the duvet and opened her eyes. In panic she realized that she wasn't in her bedroom, she wasn't even in her own apartment. She stared around the scarcely furnished, completely unfamiliar room. There was the bed she was lying in, a small closet and a rug. Where was she? Clara frantically searched her brain for an answer, but the previous night was nothing but a huge, black hole. She had gone to her classes the day before, to the library and then to a pub, where she had met. . . oh God.
She must be in her professor's apartment, or rather loft, by the looks of it, with no recollection of how she had gotten here or what might have happened afterwards. She was afraid to check under the duvet, but she could feel the bedding on her skin and knew she was naked. Clara buried her head in her hands. What had she done?
She scanned the room for any piece of clothing and luckily found her knickers. She got out of bed and quickly put them on, but the rest of her clothes weren't here. All she could find was her professor's shirt from last night. With no other choice than to walk around naked, she slipped it on and carefully opened the sliding door to what seemed to be the living room.
Clara crossed it carefully, trying not to make any noise when she found herself in front of another sliding door. She didn't know what to do so she knocked.
The Doctor opened the door carefully and she considered herself lucky he was already dressed.
“Sorry, I didn't know if I should wake you or not. Hope you didn't miss any classes,” he said apologetically and gestured for her to come into the kitchen, “I made coffee, if you want some. Ham and eggs are almost done as well.”
Clara walked into the room and sank down on the nearest chair. “What time is it?”
“Almost 10,” he replied, busying himself with rearranging the plates.

結果 (中文) 1:

克莱拉醒了，她的头与她的生活最糟糕的宿醉的痛苦的悸动。她睁开眼睛，只是一秒钟，关闭他们再快，痛苦地致盲的光。她在她的头拖羽绒被，只是想再次安然入睡，但东西感觉不太舒服。这不是她的床上用品。她又蓬松又温暖，她被包裹在一个摸上去光滑而稍微冷却。尽管疼痛她扔掉羽绒被，睁开了眼睛。在恐慌中她意识到她不在她的卧室里，她不是即使在她自己的公寓。她盯着周围几乎没有家具，完全陌生的房间。那里是她躺在床上，一个小柜子和一张地毯。她是在哪里？克莱拉疯狂地搜查她的大脑的一个答案，但是前一天晚上简直就是一个巨大的黑洞。她去了她的课之前，到图书馆，然后到一家酒吧，在那儿她有见面的一天......哦上帝。她一定在她教授公寓，或宁可阁楼，一点都不记得的如何，她已经在这里看出来，或什么可能发生的事情之后。她不敢去检查在羽绒被里，但她在她的皮肤上能感觉到床上用品，知道她赤裸着。克拉拉她把头埋在她的手。她做了什么？她扫视了一下对于任何一件衣服，幸运的是发现她的内裤。她从床上爬，很快就把上，但其余的她的衣服不在这里。她能找到的只是从昨晚她教授的衬衫。比走路周围没有其他选择赤裸，她踩到它，小心翼翼地翻开到什么似乎是客厅推拉门。克莱拉过马路小心翼翼，不想制造任何噪音，当她发现自己在另一个推拉门。她不知道该怎么办她敲了敲。医生小心地打开了门，她认为自己很幸运他已经穿好衣服。"对不起，我不知道我应该或不就在吵醒你。希望你没有错过任何课程，"他有些歉意地说，她走进厨房做了个手势，"我煮了咖啡，如果你想要一些。火腿和蛋是几乎做以及。克拉拉走进房间，在最近的椅子上坐了下去。"现在几点钟？""几乎 10，"他回答说，忙着自己的重新排列的板。

結果 (中文) 3:

克拉拉醒来的时候，在她一生中最糟糕的宿醉痛苦的悸动她的头。她睁开眼睛，只不过是一秒钟，然后又闭上了眼睛，这是一种痛苦的光。她把被子在她头上，刚要入睡，却觉得不太好。这不是她的床上用品。她的头发蓬松，温暖，她被包裹在感觉顺利和轻微的冷却。尽管痛苦，她扔掉了羽绒被和睁开眼睛。在恐慌中，她意识到她不是在她的卧室里，她甚至没有在自己的公寓里。她盯着几乎没有家具，完全陌生的房间。她躺在床上，一个小柜子和一个小地毯。她在哪里？克拉拉疯狂地在她的脑子里搜寻了一个答案，但前一晚只是一个巨大的黑洞。前一天，她去了她的课，到图书馆去，然后到一个酒吧，在那里她遇见了。..哦上帝。她一定是在她的教授的公寓里，或者说是阁楼，靠的是这个样子，不记得她是怎么到这儿来的，后来又可能发生什么事了。她害怕检查羽绒被下，但她能感觉到她皮肤上的被褥和知道她是赤裸的。克拉拉把头埋在她的手上。她做了什么？她仔细检查任何一件衣服的房间，幸好发现她的内裤。她起床后很快就把衣服穿上，但她的衣服却不在这里。她所能找到的都是她昨晚的衬衫。没有其他选择，她就悄悄地走着，小心翼翼地打开了门，似乎是起居室。克拉拉小心翼翼地穿过它，试图不让任何噪音，当她发现自己在前面的另一个滑动门。她不知道该怎么做，她敲门。医生小心地打开了门，她认为自己很幸运，他已经穿好衣服了。“对不起，我不知道我是否应该叫醒你。希望你不要错过任何课程，”他抱歉地说，示意她到厨房来，“我煮了咖啡，如果你想要一些。火腿和鸡蛋也差不多了。”克拉拉走进房间，在最近的一张椅子上坐了下来。“那是什么时候？““快10了，”他回答说，忙着自己的重新组合板。