Not the kind of way most people would prefer.

Sepheren woke up to the sound of a knock on her door, pleasantly sore, unpleasantly hung-over, completely naked, and reeking of the dried cum that covered her curvy and powerful body and caked her thighs, lips, breasts, and butt.

This was not, in and of itself, unusual, given she was a woman in Tharros.

After a few blinks to clear her vision, and to deal with the painful headache that was slowly fading behind her eyes, she sat up in the worn-but-comfortable-enough inn bed and tested the floorboards with her bare toes. A bit of give, so she was probably on an upper floor. Gently shifting about with the careful, liquid grace of a woman used to steep inclines and high elevations that even her headache couldn't strip away, she managed to get to her feet and peer around.

Well, while the residue of a night of revelry that'd started downstairs was still strewn about in the form of empty bottles and tankards and little pools of sexual residue, her clothes, gear, and money were conspicuous in their absence.

...Upsetting.

Grumpy and stone-faced, Sepheren made her way across the room, tracking a few bits of crusty fluids as she went, still stark-naked. She opened the door, finding a short, pleasant-looking girl in a comparatively un-sexual maid outfit on the other side, holding a tin bucket full of water, brushes, soaps, and rags, who shrank away from the intimidating-in-several-senses figure that loomed over her. "C-cleaning service, miss?" she said, timidly. "Y-you requested one with your early morning wakeup call?"

Sepheren grunted, then stepped out into the hallway to let her past. As she walked in, hurriedly, Sepheren's hand clapped on her shoulder, causing the poor girl to start nearly a foot in the air and splash her water around. The sticky, warm feeling of a semen-crusted extremity terrified her, before she turned, trembling to look back up at Sepheren's impassive face.

"...I think I've been robbed," said the dusky, statuesque woman. "I don't have any money, and can't tip you. Sorry."

Removing her hand with with a peeling sound, Sepheren made her way through the hall and down the stairs as the maid stared at her in surprise... and a bit of admiration and envy. Still naked, semen-covered, and shameless, Sepheren rounded the staircase all the way to the common room on the bottom floor, stepping out onto the straw-covered stone floor, still tinged with early-morning chill.

Three or four caravaneers were there, drinking tea and coffee in preparation for an early start, along with a young, scholarly-looking man with fair hair who hovered somewhere between handsome and cute, two or three scullery maids and cooks preparing the inn's breakfast bill of fare, and the innkeeper himself. All of them were gawping at her just a bit, the men with lustful awe, the women with lustful envy, as she continued across the floor, naked and huge, to the innkeeper's desk.

"I've been robbed," Sepheren said, plainly, in a surprisingly lovely contralto. "Someone's helped themselves to my gear and clothes. You were here last night; did you see them come down?"

He opened and closed his mouth a minute, clearly a bit taken aback even as someone who lived in Tharros, before blinking a few times and shaking his head. "No, I, uh, I remember you had a wild night yesterday miss..." he paused to shuffle some notecards, "...Sepheren? You were spending a lot of money buying people drinks and having the musicians play dances, and I think I remember things got a bit... wild over in the sitting area? I had a lot to deal with; I didn't really notice when you went upstairs and with whom."

Or how much you were wearing at the time, he was tactful enough not to add. Though tact was seemingly lost on the nude wild woman before him, who simply nodded and turned to face the rest of the room. "Were any of you there?" she asked, looking over the staff and the other customers who remained in the room.