Lyari stopped short immediately after entering the room.  It was definitely not one of the lodging's she'd furnished for the usual travelers.  Shamlen had apparently taken liberties while she was away and created his own personal room.  She put a hand over her mouth as her eyes darted around, drinking in the sight of all the finery and exotic items.  She finally settled on his thin form offering her wine.<br/><br/>The girl took it, but didn't say anything.  She was still far too shocked.  The man's voice didn't help much, either.  She'd been taken by him from the moment their eyes locked.  Lyari felt the kindred spirit even deeper now.  She'd wanted to fuck him before, now she wanted to sit and simply be with him.  This was not a patron she was going to let go easily.<br/><br/>She took a sip of the wine and closed her eyes, indulging her senses.  The aroma was decadent in and of itself.  As the liquid bathed her tongue, she purred.  "Shamlen.. this is exquisite. I never thought I'd taste such a delicacy in my own bar. And the furnishings! What are you doing?"  She stopped, shaking her head to gather her wits.  "I don't mean it like that. But not every person staying the night brings their own room with them. Do you always travel this way?"  She stifled a laugh.  The whole situation was just luxurious to the point of absurdity, not that she was complaining.