With a hangover

The next morning you wake up with a heavy head. Before you open your eyes, you already feel the pain.
You slowly push yourself up and open your eyes. You study your surroundings. Apparently you’re in a room with wooden walls. You are lying on a bed and … you’re naked!

You jump out of the bed and instantly get assaulted with some more pain. Why does your head feel so painful. Is it because you drank too much **** and you’ve got a hangover now?
You try to calm yourself down and look at yourself again. Right, so you’re naked and … you’ve lost your bush. When the hell did that happen?
You try your best to remember what might have happened last night but your mind is empty. You recall there was a party, and Sally was dancing on a barrel and nothing after that.

Dear goddess, what did you do. As far as you know, you might have had sex and lost your chastity. You quickly make a prayer to the burning rose. To your great satisfaction, you are able to connect with her and ask for a sedation of your senses. It is a prayer often used by members of the sisterhood to prevent arousal or prepare for surgery.

When your hangover had lessened, you run your hands over your shaved pussy. It feels, weird. Like you’re even more naked then you were before.
Suddenly you hear a groan from the bed. You check to see who else was in there with you.
You see Sally lying there. She is just as naked as you and is frowning her eyebrows.
“Good morning, Sally.” You greet her.
Sally quickly puts a hand on her forehead and whispers. “Not so loud, mate. I feel like I’m hung over.”

You help Sally up and assist her to a cabinet in her room. There she fetches a bottle of rum.
“Are you sure drinking more is going to help?” You ask softly.
“Aye,” Sally replies. “Best way to get over a hangover, is to drown it in some ****.”
She takes a swig, then hands the bottle to you. You follow her example, and gulp down some yourself.

Sally starts putting her blonde hair straight. Incidentally, this is the first time you notice Sally’s quim is shaven as well. It was probably she who shaved yours last night.
“Hey, Sally.” You ask. “Do you have any idea what happened last night?”
“Not a clue.” She says. “Which means it must a been good.”

The both of you get dressed and head out. If you’re lucky, you might be able to convince captain Jim to set sail and do some plundering near Gerlangen again.