Aimil was able to keep up with the warrior, also taking her time to understand the place. It wasn't half as bad as she had expected; there was no humping happening anywhere her eye could see. Instead though it seemed to be a small bar with women barely wearing anything at all, and men of all sorts dressed fancily. Some of them even made her blush, but by the time she went to look for Valerius, he was being beckoned away by a very pretty older woman, around his age she would even guess. But that brought unbidden thoughts to the mind, and the girl quickly wished she had something to wash it out.<br/><br/>But she didn't go to the bar where she would like to be, instead she followed the old warrior into the private rooms in the back. There had been lots of strange sights to Aimil, but she seemed rather calm, and had not taken notice of the man with the tattoos.<br/><br/>Sanga led them to one of the furthest rooms back, and unlike most of the rooms there, this one did not have a bed, instead it was an office. A desk, complete with book cases and art. It was actually rather nice. "Please, sit," she bid them with a smile, there was only one chair across from the desk, with a high back and cushions, but before she could speak a word, Sanga continued, "there is another by the window."<br/><br/>Aimil took the chair and settled it near the other, but let Valerius take the center seat. Sanga smiled broadly, "So how may I help you?"