Waking up naked and surrounded

Hunnydew woke up draped in the snoring arms of some other naked girl she didn't recognise. Her own tunic was conspicuously absent and couldn't be seen anywhere among the slumbering forms of the communal tent she'd apparently decided to join for the night. Oh well, she hadn't really planned to keep hold of the thing anyway… it wasn't part of her character's main costume.

Her head ached, but she was **** for the loo… so had to carefully clamber through a maze of slumbering bodies slumped against each other. It must have been quite the orgy last night, Hunny's own loins informed her she had welcomed in one or two new strangers… It was just a shame she couldn't remember who they'd been or even how much she'd enjoyed it. There were, what, near to ten-thousand other hungover souls out there? Any of whom her drunken self may well have let pump some section of themselves inside her, whether the results were disappointing or invigorating or the best she'd ever had. Such was the wonderful world of SaDC: It encouraged you to try anyone on for size, without judgement or hang ups.

She made it out blinking into the early light of dawn, without tripping over too many unclothed strangers. The sun danced across her skin, filling Hunnydew with the delight of being stark naked under a clear blue sky. It really felt like one of those natural wonders that shouldn't be anywhere near as rare or exciting as it was. A few other early-risers picked their way through the campsite, many in similar states of attire. On this first real day of the event, before everyone else woke up, it was probably safe to not be ‘showing your colours’ properly.

The young woman sidled around the side of whichever tent she'd ended up in, seeking a patch of ground others weren't going to be traipsing through. There she simply squatted down and did what came naturally, letting another stream of water find its way back into the earth. As with everything else here, Cassie would never have dreamed she'd feel so comfortable urinating in public view. Yet she knew at SaDC old friends would often wave and chat to each other as they dealt with their morning’s business, completely unfussed by the notion that such was something to get embarrassed about. Somehow loosening the general rules and expectations around sex and sexuality just seemed to throw out a lot of other societal hangups as well. Perhaps the fact that you were using your body here to represent some other fictional character, rather than yourself… just peeled away any shame or embarrassment you might otherwise have about it.

With that taken care of, Hunny decided to simply head off through the trees. She couldn’t be bothered to go back and root around for her clothing, it would just end up with her being dragged back into some early morning gangbang. So instead she braved the forest dressed only in what nature had provided her. Hopefully, at this time of day, she’d be able to make it to Ilfvennia unaccosted… But if she did run into any bandits or ****-takers… well that would be an adventure in itself!