Rayland quickly drinks last of his own whiskey, making a slight grimace on his face from the bitterness of it, before he stands up. His arm wraps around Anara's hip in a "friendly" way as he starts to guide her out from the tavern and towards a small corridor, filled with dozen if not two room doors. On the way there, man's hand moves lower and lower, suddenly all five of his long and thick fingers squeezes over blood elf's firm ass-cheek, stroking through the thin fabric of her dress. Finally they both seem to reach room with a slightly bend number five on it. Man's free hand unlocks the doors with the said small key that he fishes out earlier and leads them both into the small, yet somewhat cozy room. A small table at a side, two chairs next to it and bed at the far side of the room, being probably the most impressive item in the whole room. Large and soft looking with silk sheets and pillows over it!<br/>"Here we go. This is where I live, mostly."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>