You wake refreshed.

Your eyes open to unfamiliar surroundings. A simple wooden ceiling stares back at you. For a second you panic, bolt upright, and look around. “Where is my stuff? Why am I naked?” You say frantically looking around. In a tidy little pile at the foot of the bed you see your backpack, holster and gun, and clothes. Instantly you go for your gun, then money pouch. Finding both there, and all 44 gold coins, you breathe a sigh of relief as the night's activity comes back to you. “Did I really drink three bottles of wine?” Your hand goes for your head, but as you rub the sand from your eyes, it dawns on you that you don't have the slightest tinge of any kind of hangover. Looking around you find a big wooden bowl that you are pretty sure you can climb into, and a smaller bucket to gather water in. Poking your head into the hall you see a young woman dressed in plate armor. “Excuse me miss. Where do I get water?” You ask her politely.

She turns her head and does a double take as she looks your head over, “The end of the hall.” She answers pointing.

“Thanks.” Grabbing one of the rough blankets from the bed, you wrap your midsection and quickly make a few trips with surprisingly warm water from a little brass hand pump. Pleasantly happy to also find a soft towel and bar of hard but sufficient soap. Plopping into the tub, you proceed to scrub yourself off with the soap, washing every nook and cranny of your sexy little body. Paying special attention to your perky nipples then leads to your fingers delving deeper till you are rubbing your clit, right nipple in your teeth, as you give yourself a quick but satisfying orgasm that has your leg twitching, as you can't quite figure out if it is easier to have your right foot in or out of the little tub. Then simply content to put both feet out of the tub, and soak for a while. “I suppose this isn't half bad.” You say with a smile. At least an hour of soaking later you are pretty sure you are pruning up and climb out of the shockingly comfy tub. You take a few seconds to dry your naughty bits, then opt to start playing with your gun, after unloading it of course, and simply drip dry.

At least two hours later a knock at the door gets you up and moving, having laid back on the bed to simply waste a little time napping. Not bothering to put anything on you peak your head out the door and say, “Yes.”

A stunning woman with a single long ponytail of black hair dressed in a rather expensive looking purple and black robe that covers her from neck to toe stands at your door. “Hello, I am looking for... You I suppose, I can't imagine there is anyone else in this town that looks quite like you do. My employer would like a word with you about a rather personal matter he needs help with.”

Her dark eyes pull you in and all you say is, “I'll get dressed.” Shutting the door you quickly put on your pants, little top, hat, and holster, making sure to reload your gun before you open the door. “Lead on.” On your way out you toss another gold to the bartender and say, “I will need the room another nite if you please.”

He nods approvingly and nips the gold. She leads you all the way across town to the area you are pretty sure is reserved for the very wealthy. As you go sadly several times you find yourself basically leaping over some pile of crap or whatever till you are pretty well decided that you really need to buy some shoes. It takes a good hour to reach your destination. A massive building of gray stone that looks like at one time it was extremely wealthy, but has since been a bit neglected. She leads you across marble floors and down statue lined halls till you enter a library, ceiling to floor bookcases line each wall. A trio of rather soft looking chairs and a simple low table occupy the center of the room. She points at a chair. “Have a seat, I will let him know I found you.” She then leaves you alone as soon as you do as you are told and sit down.