Jorella wakes with a groan

The despoiled merchant wakes up feeling hung over and sore, barely remembering last night.

"Uuuuuuggghh," she groans as she sits up in bed. Her nipples poke out like little diamonds on her breasts in the chilly air as the sheet pools in her lap.

She rubs her eyes trying to recall what happened.

Jorella looks to the nightstand for her dentures. She was still a young woman, but in her foolish younger years she had sold all of her beautiful, pearly white teeth to a dark elf merchant to help kickstart her first business venture. She had gotten some lovely (and expensive) gold dentures, which she always left in a glass of water on her nightstand, but they were no where to be found this morning.

She starts to worry.

Maybe I left them next to the bathroom sink?

Jorella swings her big bare feet around and dangles them off the bed, squeaking when the bare skin makes contact with the cold wooden floor.

She jumps up in shock, looking for her socks... but they aren't here! Neither are her shoes or... anything else?!

"M-my clothes! Wh-where are my c-clothes?!" The redhead stammers as her naked body shivers in a mix of the cold and her growing humiliation.

"Ok Jorella... think..." the merchant mumbles as she places one hand on her bare cunny and uses her other arm to cover her little breasts.

"I was with a hunky guy last night... Jean? Joseph? Jose? Jacques? Jacques! And then we came back to my room and..." Jorella's face burns crimson as her aching little pussy moistens as it remembers everything they did.

There's no time for that!

"Wh-where's Jacques?!" Jorella whimpers as she starts to panic. "I-I've been robbed!"

Jorella jumps in panic as someone loudly knocks on her door.