Cortia followed the group up, inspecting the place with a nod. It seemed secure enough and would support the group for a rest, one overdue for the ladies. She settled down at the bar, taking a glass, joining the toast. It was a pretty terrible idea to go mixing alcohol with the slave collar, but she didn't think of that as she sipped down Desira's cocktail.<br/><br/>Cortia turned her attention back to Thrak as he mentioned treats, blushing as thoughts filled her head again. Then he just had to go ahead and mention her specifically. In her moment of weakness the collar took hold and the priestess' eyes went unfocused again as she looked at Thrak, biting her lip.<b>"Yes sir..."</b><br/><br/>The Priestess rose from her chair before dropping down infront of the Half-Orc. Without saying another word, she pulled Thrak's clothes away from his clear erection. She took a moment to eye it, her blush deepening at what she was about to do. Again without another word she began to run her lips and tongue along the length before slowly taking the head into her mouth.