<br/>Truth be told, all things considered, Windy had done far worse in a night.  More often than not for coin, but that was an entirely different matter.  And now here came a welcome diversion she would have had sex with for free and he was walking away.  And maybe that might have been the end of it, but he said he'd be in his room for twenty minutes- and in this inn was exactly where he needed to stay.  Even drunk as he was, Windy just didn't trust him not to foil their well-laid plans.  They'd done their homework- they knew this particular inspector was good, and to make matters worse he wasn't bound to this city or any other one.  No, she had to make sure he was here one way or another.<br/><br/>The elf grumbled to herself quietly as she clambered out of the tub once he was gone to hastily dry herself off with a towel while trying to undo the long braid her hair was in all at the same time.  As she slid her panties back on and slipped the dress over her head, she wasn't entirely sure which side of things was winning.  Was this just about gold?  That seemed likely.  On the other hand, it could have been the potential sex.  Barbaric and uncouth, maybe, but she never said she didn't like that thick member pressed inside her.  Or maybe it was a matter of pride.  She hadn't met any men that weren't total prudes that had turned down the potential of her sweet, elven pussy.  The thoughts turned over in her head as she grasped her long sandals and tossed them over her shoulder, crossing through the inn to her room, quickly- although she did turn back and pick up the bottle of wine.  She gave it a sniff- she'd had the one glass but quickly deemed it too potent to risk more.  Still, it could come in handy.<br/><br/>She ignored the other in-goers who eyed the decidedly more disheveled state she re-entered the place in- her hair a little dry, but still wet given her hurry.  Once in her room the dress was discarded along with the sandals, and she rifled through her closet.  Sexy and casual was the goal, and she peered down at her perky tits and the white panties clinging to her shaven sex, pondering.  Finally she whipped out a pair of her leather pants that were more for travelling than work, although still designed to hug her legs in an enticing manner in case a mark came along, and a green shirt that laced up from about the midpoint.  The color complimented her eyes well, and the arms had a simple pattern embroidered with golden colored cloth that complimented her hair.  She did the first five laces of the shirt, bra still not worn, and for the final touch she slipped on a pair of brown leather boots that didn't need any lacing.  It was all perfectly casual- like her previous act had been cast aside and this was her, for real- which was almost true, really.<br/><br/>Windy hurried out the door of her room when it struck her that she had no idea which room was his, exactly.  Biting her lower lip as the three-sided debate of what she truly wanted raged within her, complicated by the fact that she didn't want to be in the inn commons a third time, she thought about her next move very carefully.  Finally, in desperation, she simply headed for the stairwell and posed strategically in the small square space where the stairs turned, halfway between the commons and the next floor.  Windy leaned back against the wall, arms crossed against her chest as she put on a forlorn face and only hoped she wasn't too late.