<div class="floatright"><br/><br/><br/>(http://i.imgur.com/RoZ3DOv.jpg)<br/><br/>(http://i.imgur.com/sYLXXno.jpg)<br/></div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><em>OOC world information thread located here.</em></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=251931.0)</div><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">The world of Eden, Year 441 pi</span><br/>The magical city Dothenberg, capital of the nation of Doth<br/><br/><em>*knock knock*</em><br/><br/>Cinder opened one eye.  Day time, it was day time.  Wasn’t it just the middle of the night?  The last thing she remembered was somewhat drunkenly engaging in a four way with Maeryll and the most adorable gnomish husband and wife duo that had been playing at ‘The Happye Bitche’ Tavern & Inn.  Bits and bobs of memory floated through her mind, the gnomish man may not have been well enough endowed for her tastes, but his fist certainly did the trick.  Even Maeryll who claimed to be a lesbian (at least until Cinder got her drunk enough) had enjoyed the slick lutist’s skill with his fingers.  Oh, and little Pieka, what a mouth that adorable gnomish singer had, and Cinder wasn’t thinking of her singing.<br/><br/>She smacked her lips, dry, they were dry.  Still tasted of pussy from the night before, pussy and probably too much mead.  Cinder reached over to the bedside table where she sensed more than saw a dark green bottle.  She blearily pulled it to her lips and tipped it back only to curse when nothing came out.  She sniffed, what was that smell on the bottle?  Where had this bottle been last night?  No, no, best not to think about that right now.  What she needed was something to drink, hell at this point she’d even take water.<br/><br/><em>*knock knock knock*</em><br/><br/>There was that strange noise again.  What was that knocking?  She should know, but for some reason all she could think about at that moment was how much the room reeked of debauched carnality.  She flopped over in bed and forced herself to open her eyes again, expecting to see her elven lover lying there.<br/><br/>She did remember the gnomish husband and wife leaving at one point.  Maeryll and she had to continue the party without them.  Not unusual actually.  But there wasn’t an elven lover in bed with her, just a thing.<strong> “A thing?”</strong>she muttered to herself,<strong>“How much did I drink last night?” </strong><br/><br/>She grabbed at the note, yes that’s what it was called, a note.  She mentally applauded herself for finally coming up with the word ‘note’ in her present condition.  If one didn’t celebrate small victories, why bother having them?  Then scrubbing dried orgasmic fluid from the corners of her eyes, she tried to focus on the note.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">“Had to go to be at the academy at noon.  <br/>     Thought you needed the sleep more than a goodbye kiss.  <br/>          Plus, I wanted to get there on time.<br/>     -M”</span></div><br/><br/>Well, Maeryll had a point.  Cinder tended to not let a simple goodbye kiss go without it turning into a quickie.  Or even a long-ie.  Was that a word?  Was Long-ie a word?  It should be, maybe she’d start using it.  Then people would use it and say<em>“oh, you know who came up with that?  Cinder, yeah, Cinder the champion, I heard that she came up with it one morning when hung over.  Can you…”</em><br/><br/><em>*knock knock knock KNOCK*</em><br/><br/>Ok, there was no more ignoring it now, there was definitely someone knocking at the door to the room she kept on retainer.  She had her own apartment, but she also felt like it was a wise idea to keep her own room at three different tavern and inns about town.  After all, when it was time to fuck the last thing you wanted to do was walk off a nice buzz heading back to your apartment.  Plus this way she didn’t have to hear the innkeeper’s complaining when she left the room a cum splattered disaster.  They just charged her a little extra every month for the cleaning woman’s pain and suffering.<br/><br/>Still, that last knock had sounded pretty insistent, it didn’t sound like whoever was on the other side of the door was going to just go away.  She sat up in bed and looked at the sunlight that blasted in through the open window.  Blinking repeatedly to try to get her head to focus.  Looking around the room, she instantly spied her shirt hanging from the unlit candelabra above her, how the fuck did it get up there and where the fuck were her pants?<br/><br/><em>*knock knock* </em><strong> “Miss Cinder?”</strong>a rather timid and high pitched voice called from the other side,<strong>“I’m sorry to wake you Miss Cinder, but I was told that you could help me?”</strong><br/><br/>She sighed as she sat up, where the fuck were her pants?  Should she even fucking care?  Who was waking her up at the crack of … what… 2pm anyways?<br/><br/>