Hilda Valentine Goneril, Free Spirit

With a start, you wake up in a soft, comfy bed. Immediately, your mind is flooded with information. The game you were playing, the challenge you have, the conditions and rules around it... Your head pounds as you're filled with the gravity of your never-in-a-lifetime situation. Oh, motherfucker... How did you get into this?

You blink blearily. You're still groggy as you take stock of your situation. It looks like it's your dorm room at Garreg Mach. You're naked, of course. The covers have slipped off you and you're self-conscious of the cool air against your bare ass and your raging morning wood wedged between you and the mattress. It makes you want to dive back under the covers and enjoy the feel of the fabric against your bare skin. But no, if you ever want to wear clothes again, you need to Support rank each of these Units... Too bad you're a shy gamer nerd.

Groaning, you roll out of bed, noting your turged boner bouncing as you stand up before settling. It sticks out and slightly upward, wagging back and forth as you move to check your dresser. Of course there's not a stitch to be found inside it. You don't even have the luxury of shoes.

Well, it's a free day... You'll be doing it totally naked and exposed to the eyes of everyone at Garreg Mach, their judgmental gazes eyeing up your cock, balls, and ass, but you can explore Garreg Mach at your leisure, you suppose. You could hit up the greenhouse, the dining hall, the cathedral, the training grounds, the sauna, the marketplace, the fishing pond, the stables, the garden, the library...

But first, maybe you should take care of this morning wood?