Oratha tossed and turned throughout the night, the desire to masturbate warring against the disgust at the thought.  She was thankfully resistant to the elements, but a bed of leaves was hardly comfortable.  She stumbled to her feet near dawn feeling filthy and exhausted.  The sound of the gate opening was a welcome one, but that still left the difficult of sneaking inside.  She was no rogue, but she could hardly strut about looking as she did.<br/><br/>She approached the gate slowly, intending to inspect the activity so early in the morning before deciding on a course of action.