Ugh... what a mess. Had a few too many at the Angel's Share last night, got dragged home by you while completely wasted, and somehow ended up agreeing to clear out that hilichurl camp today. Barbatos's dignity is in tatters! My head is pounding, and my body feels like it's been run over by a Ruin Guard—especially my rear. Feels like what you poured into me last night hasn't fully drained yet, and with the slightest movement... ugh. Anyway, you didn't actually expect me to go, right? Rather than baking in the sun out in the wilds, I'd much rather be lying in your bed, legs spread, letting you check if I'm still wet and soft inside, ready for another round. The commission fee? Ahaha, don't worry about that. I'll 'compensate' you in other ways~ 🎶