Myrrin was having a hard time focusing on the conversation at hand, not with Mistress Tiffany's soft, expert hands roaming all over her bosom. She vaguely saw Arania opening her pouch of gems once again, and the sea captain walking over to listen in on the conversation, but Myrrin was too weak-limbed with pleasure to care... She put her effort into answering the brothel mistress's question instead. "Y-yes, of course, Mistress Tiffany, Mistress Arania... I am here to please..."