He's in Lady Elizabeth's bed

Hunk sits there quietly listening to Lady Elizabeth's not-so-lady-like snoring, feeling utterly bewildered.

How did I get here? What happened yesterday? Hilda... Where's Hilda!? I have to find her!

Hunk gently and quietly tries to extricate himself from the bed, slowly slipping out from under the covers. It's a long, delicate process, but eventually he manages it, and finds himself sitting naked on the edge of the oversized bed.

He slowly slides off of it, doing his best to avoid disturbing the woman on the bed. The wood floor is cold on his bare feet, in fact the whole room feels rather drafty. His body shivers slightly although the cool air is doing nothing to tame his still rock-hard cock.

Hunk looks around for something he can wear. There aren't any clothes of his here (I don't know why I thought that might not be the case), but he does see a couple of alternative, if highly embarrassing options.

Hanging up on the wall is a small, skimpy pink silk bathrobe. It clearly belongs to the woman in the bed, but Hunk might be able to squeeze into it. Next to that is a matching pink night cap (think a Santa hat, but pink).

If nothing else, I suppose I could use it to cover my manhood...

Hunk blushes at the idea as he contemplates his choice.