<div class="floatleft">(http://orig11.deviantart.net/e18a/f/2017/187/2/e/viktor01_by_ravagedgirl-dbfdgy9.jpg)(http://orig03.deviantart.net/5309/f/2017/187/3/d/alexandra01_by_ravagedgirl-dbfdgyd.jpg)</div><br/><br/>When Alexandra saw the pretty dwarf maid approach her smile turned from innocently cheerful to flirty and mischievous. This definitely matched what she saw in that flyer a week ago from that she kept hidden from Viktor all this time. Glancing over at her lover she noticed him starring squarely at the dwarf girls (admittedly pretty) face and not her magnificent breasts which jutted out in a display of such shamelessness that frankly, Alex was impressed by. Viktor was trying to play the gentleman as usual. His eyes met Chariss with a curt nod but he mostly let his gaze wander and take in all the details of his sorroundings. Alex saw his hard brown eyes look for windows, doors and the general layout before taking in the other patrons and employees of the tavern. She saw his jaw go through several motions of hardening and loosening as he become aware of just what kind of place he had been brought to. The attire of the servers as their 'openness' with the clientel they served told him a great deal about this place.<br/><br/>Well if all went according to plan, That stiff jaw and parade ground rigid posture would relax into something far more comfortable as the night went on. Alex was going to make sure of it. "Thank you, I'm Alexandra" She greeted the redheaded dwarf with a shallow curtsy and a knowing wink. "And this is-" She was cut off as the armoured man's voice rumbled from his chest with the effortless ease of a man long accustomed to speaking with purpose and, having those words listened to and sometimes obeyed with great respect. It was a voice that had once been used cut through battlefield chaos to establish order and currently roused the passions of the enlightened and the hopeful and the pious. "Viktor, My name is Viktor Thark."<br/><br/>"I've heard a lot about this place." Continued Alex, leaning closer into her lovers side, out of instinct her arm went around his waist and his arm wrapped around her shoulders. Despite the layer of scale armour separating them, they both looked comfortable holding this pose. "I think I still have one of your fliers!" Making a show of fishing the crumpled document out of a pouch. "Do you now....." The unspoken accusation in Viktor's voice was plain enough to his love. One more piece of this confusing puzzle feel into place for him and he couldn't help but wonder how long she had been holding onto that and planning this little detour?<br/><br/>All Viktor would get would be a cheeky smirk and a sideways glance from Alex as she handed the crumpled paper to Chariss. On that listed were many advertised services, from food and wine and song to other.... more personal forms of entertainment. The flier itself may not have been pornographic but its imaginative imagery conveyed its message clearly enough. Viktor started to wonder just what he was getting himself into. "I do hope all of the things I read on it are true? I've been really looking forward to exploring something new." That last comment seemed only half directed at Chariss and a half directed Tease towards Viktor.<br/><br/>"We'll take a booth. Please." Viktor cut in. Trying to take what control of the situation he could before Alex's antics and enthusiasm went too far too quickly.  First things first. Rest and food. Viktor was starving and he had what felt like collective dust from every road in the kingdom lodged in his throat. "Also wine, Something red please. Some bread aw well and.... two bowls of whatever soup or stew is in the pot."