This was not the plan

You're trigger happy arent you?

Alexandra groaned as she felt the sun's heat burning her skin, wishing someone would close the curtain. When she heard a European accent saying, "She's waking, Your Grace," she struggled to open her eyes against the bright light. Putting her arm over her eyes, she muttered, "Turn off that damn light." The taste of stale alcohol confirmed that drinking too much of the terrible scotch was definitely a bad idea.

Her father's words, "Not bad, kiddo! It's an acquired taste," stuck in her mind.

"Her clothes are so unusual, I've never seen anything like them, not even in Westeros."

Alexandra grunted again. 'Westeros?'

She thought to herself. Removing her hand from her eyes, she looked up to see a woman with frizzy brown hair, sharp features, and an even sharper chin. Despite her unique appearance, the woman was undeniably beautiful, with an exotic charm. Alexandra couldn't help but smile - at least wherever she was, she had woken up to a beauty.

"Hi, what's your name?" She flirted, her tired voice tinged with sleep had a husky quality that seemed to be attractive to women. After a long pause, the woman shifted her attention to someone else nearby, leaving Alexandra in awe. When she finally collected herself, Alexandra saw the most breathtaking woman she had ever laid eyes on, dressed in a white, form-fitting dress. Her eyes widened as she appreciated the woman's alabaster skin and reluctantly admitted to herself that she was turned on by her mere presence.

"Who are you?"

A sly grin appeared on her face as she rose to stand, a bit unsteadily, wearing the same outfit from the day before - jeans, a white shirt, and a leather jacket. Her hair was casually pulled back into a bun. "You see, honey, I can be whoever you want me to be."

Unexpectedly, she found herself face to face with a threatening knife at her throat. Thanks to years of MMA training, she managed to maintain her composure and avoid any sudden reactions. Despite her outward calm demeanor, her heart was racing with fear. She couldn't help but wonder why all women seemed to be in such a bad mood. Eventually, a voice demanded answers: "Who are you? What are you doing here? Are you connected to the sons of the harpy?"

Alex blinked, puzzled, as the woman with frizzy hair kept a knife pointed at her throat. She sighed softly and spoke out, irritated at the situation. "Listen, I have no idea who you are, who this other woman is, or where I am. All I remember is having a few drinks, enjoying the nightlife in Los Angeles, and then blacking out before waking up here." She glared at the woman with frizzy hair. "Would you mind putting that knife away? If I didn't know any better, I would think you were trying to harm me."

Daenerys gazed intently at the woman standing before her, clad in unfamiliar garments, and pondered the location of this mysterious place called Los Angeles. She motioned for Missandei to lower her weapon.

"All right then, can you please tell me where I am?" the woman insisted.

Daenerys had to signal Missandei again to refrain from engaging with the stranger.

"You're currently in the grand pyramid in Meereen,"

Confused, Alexandra responded with a puzzled expression, "Meereen is the most prominent city state in Slavers Bay, situated to the north of Yunkai and Astapor."

Looking perplexed, Alexandra replied, "Wait, Slavers Bay? I'm lost. How do I get back to Los Angeles, America? I have work in a week and I don't want to miss my first day as a resident, even for a beautiful lady," she said nonchalantly.

Daenerys gazed at the woman in front of her and then asked Missandei if she had ever heard of Los Angeles or America. Alexandra was getting frustrated, wondering how could someone not know about America, a well-known country even to those living under a rock. Missandei replied, "No, Your Grace, I have not."