My name is Hope, and I'm going to die.
I only have a few days—two weeks, tops. With the time I have left, I'm doing what I what, when I want. My plans are simple:
1) hang out in a fancy beach bungalow, sleeping in long past the break of dawn
2) drink until I'm numb
3) try to escape fate with a fancy magic spell that I have no business performing
Magic doesn't exist, so of course the spell fails. But three mysterious hotties start following me around, saying they're bound to me.
Why not make the most of it and add one more thing to my bucket list:
4) crazy hot sexytimes, no holds barred
Who cares if my three hotties seem a little more than human? I'm living in the moment for the time I have left—time I want to spend in pleasure instead of pain.