Parin was NOT a happy person right now. Her vulpine ears were standing straight up, and her tail tightly coiled around her tail. Her eyes wide while she clutched her mug tight enough to make her knuckles go pale, which contrasted starkly with the redness of her cheeks which so colorfully matched the drapes and decorations of Naamah's finest brothel. There was a multitude of reasons for her displeasure, most notable being 1) She made the mistake of letting Mirri pick a place to sleep. 2) This place assaulted every sense she had with LEWDNESS. 3) She had been mistaken for an employee -twice- so far. 4) Mirri. Alright, Parin had to admit to herself, just 'Mirri' as the fourth reason was pretty shoddy, but this was the fae's faults more than anything. She wasn't sure how people were mistaken her for the ...attendants when on average she really wore more clothes than them. Not a whole lot more, but hers weren't as scarlet and nowhere as frilly. Not that she was jealous. She certainly hadn't considered asking the owner where one could find clothes like that and oh spirits she was blushing so terrible hard and everyone could see.<br/><br/>Mirri, on the other hand, was having the time of her immortal life. The nude little fey screamed in glee at the top of her lungs as she sat perked up on the mug Parin had provided for her. Her coils supporting her upper body as she excitedly waved a gold coin around at any passing working girl while excitedly chattering in her own gibberish tongue.<span style="color: green">"Devushki, zebnat faz gann! Ist min ist fon!"</span>The fey cackled while Parin shook her head in disagreement.<span style="color: blue">"Mirri, no, I'm fine! Spirits! You're terrible!"</span>Parin didn't really fully get how she could understand the fey. She didn't know or understand the language, but somehow Mirri's tone and body language told her plenty of what the snake-tailed creature tried to say.<br/><br/>Groaning, Parin covered her face with her hands while Mirri made a very lewd hipthrusting gesture. She ignored the exuberant snake fairy until it calmed down and climbed up her shoulder. Exhausted by her frustrations, the vulpari just kept quiet. Some of Mirri's giddyness was wavering, even if it was renewed when someone interesting walked by. Forcing herself to relax a little, Parin took a slow slip off her drink, noting that the ale wasn't something to be savored but just consumed. Sighing, Parin dropped her head onto the table, wishing she hadn't listened to the fairy now poking her ear.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>