A cute blonde appeared before us, wrapped in a cotton sheath like sushi in thin seaweed, and looking twice as tasty. "I'm relaxed to disarm, in such charming company," I said, smiling endearingly at both the pretty girl and my attractive companion, divesting myself of my bow and blades. "Armor too?" I asked her, unfastening the topstring, teasing it down into the valley between my breasts, letting their weight pull the leather apart. Beneath, of course, I was utterly naked, but if she wanted me that way I would not object, no more than I would to have<span style="font-style: italic">her</span>naked in my bed... or belly.<br/><br/>"Ah, if you'd help me," I suggested, "and perhaps you would like to search me. It can be as thorough as you like," I teased, touching  first the scaled flap that protected my intimate ladyflower, then my lips, then letting my fingertips trail down my throat. I giggled, as she quailed. "Just between us girls," I said, "don't be such a mouse around nagas," I smiled softly. "It only makes you look tastier. Don't worry though," I continued, "I don't eat girls who don't want to be," I smiled.<span style="font-style: italic">Usually</span>.<br/><br/>"We'd like to see Madame Widow. We want to know about Lady Jaenyn. We think she might be in trouble - or have done something troublesome." I slithered over to her, hugged her. "Did she do something to you?" I whispered. "I can rescue you, if you're at risk," I continued, letting my eyes flicker to the well-armed men guarding the brothel's door - perhaps from both sides. "Don't doubt I'm formidable even disarmed."