The barmaid barked a short, cynical laugh and made note of the expense of the meal and quickly forgot the haughty elven woman as she moved about her job. Even the most important of visitors and loveliest of people got more than a flick of thought from her, she was a busy and put upon woman.<br/><br/>During the wait, though, many other things had happened. Alaine had sat in the baths considering the benefits the night might bring and savoring the anticipation of a comely elfen wench astride him. As time passed, he began to consider than his invitation, as expensive as it was, had been rejected. A vrief moment, a small pang, of regret flicked across his chest then he shrugged, poured out a glass of the Honeywine and began a long night of solitary indulgence.<br/><br/>Any particular elfen woman was quickly forgot as he began to consider his case, re inisce a bit about the last time he had spent a night in carnal indulgence, and just let thoughts wander. As such, Alaine was a sheet and a half to the winds when he felt the cool air of the outside rush in and turned to see the form of the elf in the door. He had just been in a rinsing cycle. Instead of staying put in the hot waters, he was sitting on a overturned bucket nearby with a pail of cool water and a dipper. The shock of the cool water was nice in his mildly high/drunk state and he squinted at her, wondering if hipe was hallucinating this, too.<br/><br/>Finally, illusion or not he stood and moved to the bottle to pour the second glass and came to her to offer the wine, striking a solid nude pose, "Well, honey? Ready for a loooong night?" He grinned as his cock half rose while he oggled her curves with plain greed. It was very obvious that long was meant in many different ways. Alaine was not of legendary size, but it was more than most women expected.