Zipporah flushed at the indirect compliment, grinning and saying a quiet "Yes, Sir." as she bent and picked up the bag, hefting it onto her shoulder and walking up the stairs.  She knew she was making her hips sway more than necessary, showing off the way they moved and the rounded curve of her ass.  Her bare feet were quiet on the steps, and it wasn't until she got out of sight that she rushed to get Sabre's bag settled.  The room she chose was directly next to the master bedroom, though she wasn't sure that she could guarantee a thin wall, the house was solidly built.  Setting down the bag on the bed, Zipporah did another quick visual sweep of the room to make sure everything had been properly set out, running a mental inventory of towels and washcloths before turning to go back downstairs.  She took a deep breath, brown eyes wide and excited for the night ahead, then went to rejoin Daelen and Sabre at the bar.