No, but it won't be a problem

When the trio arrived at the barracks, they searched for any kind of storage closet or chest which might hold some extra blankets. Aside from their own lockers, however (in which they deposited their boots and helmets before bed), there didn't appear to be any such thing. "Maybe there's someone else we can ask about where they keep the spare laundry?" Thurkla ventured.

Morgala looked around at the otherwise-empty room. "I think the only people we could ask about that would be at the bar Gruphim mentioned."

Taykov sighed. "Whatever, let's just go to bed. I'm too tired to run around the mine trying to find more covering. Something tells me they wouldn't have any extras anyway."

Thurkla yawned. "Yeah, I agree. We should get some shut-eye. So, which beds are ours?"

They hadn't been explicitly told which bed to use, so the nudists had to scan the rows of bunk beds for any indication of where they were supposed to sleep. After several minutes of searching, Morgala found something quite telling: her precious dildo, the last of her worldly possessions, her been placed on the pillow of one of the bottom bunks. The elf had to stifle her blush as she imagined what the housekeeper must have thought of her as she placed that on the bed. She must have thought Morgala a total skank, running around naked with two other women and only a dildo between them as their only item of worth. Placing a sex toy on someone's bed meant you assumed they'd use it, right? Had she imagined Morgala getting herself off in bed while she placed it there? The thought of a stranger imagining her maturbation routine was enough to make her-

Morgala shook the horny thoughts away and tried to stem the flow of cum from leaving her pussy. She was starting to act like Mistress Hilda with these thoughts of exhibitionism. Ironic that it took getting away from the keep for such a thing to happen.

At the very least, the tired elf had found her bed. It was thin and flimsy, looking more like a potato sack filled with rice than a mattress. but to the woman who'd slept on the hard ground the past three nights, it looked heavenly. Morgala gently set her uncovered bottom on the bed and sighed as she felt it sag slightly. She hadn't realized how the past several days of travel and labor had put a strain on her poor nude body, and even the relative softness of the sack bed was an immense relief.

Her pleasured sigh was loud enough, in fact, to get the attention of Taykov and Thurkla, who found their companion snuggling into her new favorite place. She shamelessly let her nude body jiggle and wobble as she let out a schoolgirl laugh, much to the guilty pleasure of her girlfriend and friend with benefits. "W-well, glad someone's happy." Taykov stuttered, turning her head away to hide her blush. "But where are OUR beds?"

Thurkla glanced over and saw Morgala's "friend" resting on her pillow. The sight of the polished dildo had long since become normal to her, so she managed not to look away in embarrassment. More importantly, she spotted something else on the pillow. "Hey, look." She lifted up a small piece of paper with writing in dwarvish on it. "Um, I can't quite make this out. I'm not multilingual."

"Weren't you a coach driver?" Taykov asked. "Interpreting seems like an important skill if you're traveling all over the place."

Thurkla did blush at that. "I, um, was a good driver, not a good talker. I made a lot of mistakes with customers because I couldn't understand them."

That doesn't surprise me. Taykov thought. "Let me see it." She took the note and read it to herself. It didn't take long for her eyes to go wide at what it said.