When Delphine returned to existence the next day the first thing that struck her was the plug deep up inside her.  It was such a different aspect and unique sensation, yet somehow it stayed in her the whole time.  It was up in her<em>sacred space</em>, bejewelled and pretty, utterly concealed in her Day Form.<br/><br/>That is supposing nobody looked too close or pulled her dress down too tightly while she was bent over.<br/><br/>The next thing that struck her was a very distressed looking Harlan.<br/><br/><strong>"Delphine!"</strong>he said, wary, rubbing his eyes with deep sacks under them, clearly tired.<strong> "What happened last night?  Where did all this gold come from!?" </strong>Harlan reached for his sword and drew it with all the grace of a drunk man.<br/><br/>He waved the sword around, looking for opponents that never materialized.<br/><br/>As he did so Delphine couldn't help but feel a shifting behind her.<br/><br/><em>"How's it feeling?"</em>a voice floated through her had.<em> "Need it more snug?" </em>The toy thrust up into her!<em>"Or perhaps a little further back?" </em>The toy pulled back and threatened to pull apart her anus right then and there, releasing it!  It hung right at the vulnerable point of exposure and sensation, letting a little cold air blast her.<br/><br/>Harlan looked right at Delphine as this happened, disappointment clear on his face.<br/><br/><strong>"Well?" </strong>he asked, awaiting her explanation.