Lirdylene's eyes snapped open and her body started with a gasp.  Took a moment to orient herself through the tears that had sprung from her eyes in the night, wiping it off on the fur of the broad, masculine chest of the shifter beneath her.  Hard to do when you had a big, powerful dragonborn futa atop you, and doubly difficult with two sets of 'morning wood' stuck into your nether bits.  Struggling to push up, she collapsed back on the wolf-man's chest, sighing, then closed her eyes to make sure... yes, YES!  She could see the Undercommon, not clear enough to read but she could still see it!  She needed to get up and get moving; it'd been two weeks already since her Mistress... since her Kristen was taken from her before her time; she needed to get on this!<br/><br/>"Hey... wolfy, scaly..." she managed through her sore throat from the screaming and oral services the night before, reaching up to gently smack the shifter's muzzle, and reaching behind her with her other hand to knock on the scales of the dragonborn futa to try and make her rise too "As much as I<em>loved</em>last night, I need you to pull out and let me clean your cocks off so I can leave.  Just remembered something<em>very</em>important, come on wake up!"<br/><br/>Once she'd finally gotten the two larger creatures awake - Drow were fourth shortest compared to Halflings, Goblins, and Dwarves, and both Shifters and Dragonborn were larger creatures - it took a while for her to coax the engorged members from her ass, the backside several seconds longer than from her pussy.  A shiver up her spine that was a better jumpstart than coffee or tea to start her day took hold, and with some cooperation and coordination she soon found her mouth stuffed with two fluid-coated cocks as she worked to clean them with her mouth.  Didn't make them blow - she didn't have the time yet - but it wouldn't have been proper to leave them with sticky cocks and soap and water just wouldn't be right!  Conversation about the past night of passion and penetration persisted as they all dressed, Lirdylene merely donning her stockings, knee-high boots, her moonsilver chain belt that held her pouch that held most everything she traveled about town with, and the chains from the belt that served as garters for said stockings.  White silk and equally white leather and the near-white of the moonsilver chain worked wonderfully against her ebony skin, she found, and for today at that time that was all that she planned to wear since she hadn't brought gloves or the like with her last night since they'd been badly torn after she vented her frustrations sparring with Lyen and decided to continue venting a different way with the aid of the fine prostitutes of Studs and Mares, known for employing and having a full stock of 'stocky, hardy, and downright tough companions of all races able to serve even a giant's needs'.<br/><br/>Suffice to say they had been seeing a lot of her for the past two weeks; they knew her by sight and by name, and she had come to know them as well.  Madame Stormhammer checked up on her to make sure she was alright, even offered her a job before if she needed something to do nowadays - she'd been a hot commodity before... well, before two weeks ago, but going public would likely net a fortune! - and in general Ylene liked it here.  Anyhow, she bid farewell to her two big, strong companions for the night with one last swat to their bottoms and a 'command' to behave themselves while she was out for the day, leaving then to the hallway and down it in it's eerie morning silence... though one or two had moans echoing from them, probably one of the 'alarm clock' services.  Downstairs it was a bit busier, no real 'customers' but many of the girls and the few men were composing themselves from the night's work, but were smiling and happy to see her regardless.  Madame Stormhammer was there too - she always was - but was speaking to the large human bouncer as she made her approach, which gave the Drow a lovely opportunity to give the Madame a firm swat to her firm, matronly dwarven bottom.  She didn't hop away fast enough to avoid the woman's retaliatory swat, and the playful demand she quit doing that, but both knew that their friendly antics were part of the fun they had.<br/><br/>So it was out into the warm air of the Laelith morning, the heavy stone architecture of this quadrant of the city greeting her with somewhat darkness for morning, but that didn't really hinder her any; she was Drow after all.  Knowing this city like the back of her hand - and with the aid of her handwritten 'blue book' detailing the more 'interesting' parts of the city - she quickly made her path through the mishmash of ruins towards the market district where she'd drop a bit or two on a breakfast to go, some bread and an exotic fruit or two likely and a flagon of morning ale before she had to run, then it was on towards the upper mage districts... where her lovely Kristen used to live with her, where the murder took place... and to the guard outpost in that region to speak to someone - whoever it turned out to be - about the vision she'd seen that morning.  She needed to get her eyes on that Undercommon-engraved Dagger; it might be the key...