Robin wakes up to a note from her new friends

It was a groggy late-night hour when Robin awoke. Though in truth she wasn't certain if she had even really slept. It felt like an endless dream of dizziness and pleasure, and she couldn't begin to guess how long it had lasted. Now, her head was spinning and she felt like she wanted to vomit, the afterglow of the extended session had long since faded from her body, and the mirth from the **** with it.

She started to sit up, only to immediately regret it, as the world spun around her. Any movement at all seemed to cause a pinching pain in her head. Robin slumped back down in the bed. Only now did she begin to notice just how... sticky she was. Her body was covered in not just a massive amount of semen, but judging from the slightly purple tone, someone had poured **** on her at some point as well.

It took some time, but Robin eventually managed to pull herself upright. She placed her palms on her temples as if that might assuage the pulsing pain in her head. As she blinked around, she noticed two things. The first was the lack of noise from downstairs in the bar. Perhaps they had wrapped up for the day without her? Robin tried to stand, realizing that her friends were probably worried sick, but pushing past a seated position proved just a little bit too difficult for now, and she quickly collapsed back down before she vomited.

The second thing she noticed after just a bit longer resting on the bed, was a piece of parchment covered in scribble writing on the nightstand. Robin read it.

'Ho there!

I'm afraid I never got your name before we had our fun, lass. But Connie keeps reminding me of that thing you were saying about the book you're looking for. See me and the boys are part of a crew, aboard the Midnight Duckling and we just happen to be in the market for some bounties.

Connie figures whoever stole your book is bound to have some money on their head, so if you can just figure out just who took it, we'll have ourselves some common interests. And a ship which I reckon you'll need.

You'll see me around,

Dariel'

Robin dropped the letter down on the bed and flopped onto her back, pressing a hand over her eyes. All that reading was making her head swim.