Get Dressed and go to your father
From Lord Of Utterdom
Your head still pounding, you decide the last thing of interest is a lot of sweaty movement and fumbling and groping. You get to your feet, and pull your clothes over your nightshirt. You have a maid fetch you a pitcher of water, and you drink most of it. Feeling a bit better, you politely bow to the maids, thank them for their service, and head out to meet with your father.
