I remember falling off my stool, rolling around giggling incessantly until Sheo pulled me up and I used the same stool as a walker.

"Can you even stand?" Sanguine asked.

I don't remember my answer but it made everyone laugh, so I guess I said no. That, or I said yes and ended up falling down again.

"Sheo, I tired." I slurred.

"So slee." He slurred back, unable to pronounce the 'p'.

I remember walking back to the couch and passing out.

---

I woke up and groaned, feeling the nasty effects of a hangover. I looked around and noticed I was in a room and in a bed. Not only that, but I was naked.

"Sheo..?" I asked cautiously and rolled over.

I was sleeping next to Molag Bal. I jumped up and screamed, which woke him up. He reached across the bed to attack me, but I dodged it and grabbed a nightgown, which I hurriedly put on as I ran out of the room, literally bumping into a laugh Sheogorath and Sanguine.

"Sheo, Molag Bal--"

He didn't even listen to me because he was too busy laughing. I felt my blood boil as I slapped him hard across the face, which stopped everything.

"I was just date raped, that's not funny!" I started to cry.

Sheogoarth's smile faded, and to my surprise it melted into guilt.

"He didn't do anything, we just kind of--"

"Wait, you did this?!" I screamed.

"Well...yeah, but see, no one raped you. It was just a joke really."

I ignored the pounding in my head and let the tears run down my cheeks.

"I'm not laughing."

I stormed off to find Azura, maybe she could take me home.

"Azura, can you take me home?"

"Why? Is everything all right?" She asked.

"No, Sheo and Sanguine decided it would be hilarious to strip me naked and put me in bed with Molag Bal."

For the first time, and probably the last, Azura's divine beauty burned into divine anger.

"I'll have a talk with them, you just wait here."

I sat down on the floor, running my fingers through the intricate designs embedded on the floor. I noticed that there were words in the daedric language. I roughly translated it to be 'Sweet child'. That didn't make much sense, so I figured I translated it wrong. It was odd that I didn't hear Azura chewing Sheogorath and Sanguine out, considering they weren't that far away. I hope she didn't kill them. I felt kind of bad for ratting them out, but then again, they kind of deserved it. The tiles underneath me felt strangely colder as I ran my fingers about them endlessly. I felt entranced until Azura came back, causing me to come back.

"I can't take you home, Sheo has to. He's the only one who can get into the Isles." She said sadly.

"Okay, the sooner the better I suppose." I sighed and stood up.

I went back into Molag Bal's room, thankfully he wasn't there. My clothes were scattered on the floor, so I quickly picked them up and redressed. I walked out to find Sheogorath balancing on his cane.

"Let's go." I mumbled as I stood close to him.

He cast a spell and before I knew it, we were back in the Isles with Haskill standing near the throne.

"So how did everything go?" He asked.

"Terrible." I choked and walked away.

"Where are you going?" Sheogorath called after me.

"For a walk. Maybe I'll be back, maybe I won't. We'll have to wait and see."

---

I watched as Layla stormed out the door, slamming it as she walked into the night.

"Would like me to send someone out to get her?" Haskill asked.

"No, she'll come back."

"Forgive me sire, but how can you be so sure?"

I looked down at Haskill as I twirled my cane about in my hands.

"I'm not." I chuckled.

"Would you like some brain pie sir? Brain pie always makes you feel better."

"No, my dear Haskill, just get me a drink."

"Would you like me to bring a dancer in too, my Lord?"

"Not tonight. I need to be alone." I sighed and ran a hand over my face.