"Bartender" the strange girl in the extravagant clothing calls "Put another 'hic' round on my tab" she says, drunkenly swaing from side to side. "For meeessh and my new firendch - the good schtuff from the top schelf!"<br/><br/>"That's the last round youve paid up to. After that I've got to cut you off miss Raven. You've had enough liquor to drop a dragon" Maggie says as she obliges by pouring something potent into a dirty glass, and plopping a live sandworm larvae into each glass. You can tell how good the alcohol is when the tiny sandworms die, floating in the drinks.<br/><br/>A small herd of drunk girls come down from the party upstairs, draped around a man. Their knives and spears ready to deal with any assailants or would be lovers they might encounter on the way back home. They leave the establisment out the front door, to the jeleous looks of the entire establisment. Everyone coverted what they had, wanted it more than anything in the world. There were girls here who would literally kill to have a man of their own, and if his harem didn't protect him, and themselves, then they just might.<br/><br/>Some more girls head up the stairs, and Lyra recognises them as Josie and Jasmine, the guards from the front gates. They seem to have finally gotten off their shifts, and are ready to have some fun for the evening. They must have passes to enter upstairs, because Maggie just gives them a nod, and lets them pass the warning sign unchallenged.<br/><br/>"Whatcher name pretty schout laady?" asks the drunk rich girl beside Lyra, tugging on her loincloth to get her attention. "Ichts polight 'burp' to introduch yourshelf."<br/><br/>She raises her glass to clink against Lyra's<br/>"Drink ups - itch the besht Gourdplatnch whiskey in cha whole villace... the free kinds"