Over a thousand miles lay between her home town and the Redwood Forests in California, and Arya had managed to clear a hundred and cross into the next state over before having to stop for the night at a small roadside inn that from what passing travelers had said about it, wasn't the place for the weak or unable.  Sounded rough and tumble to the priestess, just the way she liked it.  Her driver wasn't so sure but a simple nod had the man pulling the six horses and their carriage to the front door of the two level wooden affair.  Upon exiting the carriage, Arya's sensitive ears picked up on a barroom fight already taking place, and thought it prudent to grab her whip from underneath her seat, a whip enchanted to not only flay the flesh from those she fought but to also incapacitate them with pleasure unheard of as well.  A specialty weapon given to her by the high priestess for her help against a rather troublesome man that didn't know how to take no for an answer since he was known to be abusive to women.  No one had wanted to serve him, and so it had come to blows just about, except Arya had gotten the drop on the man before any damage could be dealt.  Needless to say, the man had been tied up for some time and used by every single one of the priestesses before he was let go with quite the sore ego....as well as every other inch of him of course.  Shaking the pleasurable memory away, Aphrodite's chosen elven maiden casually entered the inn, and when she was noticed nearly everyone stopped what they were doing.  "Please, keep on doing what you were doing."  She purred in reply, and while the fighting stopped with minimal damage to the place, Arya felt quite aroused as almost every man and some of the serving wenches and other female guests couldn't keep their eyes off of her as she sidled up to the bar.<br/><br/>Her driver noticed too and felt quite uncomfortable as his charge ordered a simple red wine, laying out a couple of gold coins.  The place was lit with simple torches and everything from the tables to the bar were made of oak wood, enchanted or covered in some kind of flame retardant material if she had to guess or this place would have went up long ago most likely.  Her elven senses could detect some magical items and gear from a few of the patrons, but none of interested her as she thanked the man behind the bar and casually sipped at her chosen drink.  Her bag of holding though kept on drawing her attention, and Arya was curious what her necklace could do as she considered taking it out here, but she didn't since she didn't want to risk losing it to a thief or other such crook that frequented places like this.  No, she'd entice someone in this room to her rooms for the night first, and speaking of which, Arya waved the inn keeper over to her side.<br/><br/>"Excuse me, how much for a room in this fine place?  You'd be doing a priestess of Aphrodite's church a great service if you have any room to spare, preferably the more well appointed the better.  Money is little object but....if you want I could offer...mmmmm....far more."  She locked her eyes with the man, a simple human, and he had trouble finding his voice under her powerful stare.  She giggled, leaning in close, giving him quite the show of her bountiful cleavage, and the young man couldn't help but lean in as well, and gasped as she blew a kiss right into his right ear before pulling away, her scent thick in his nose as well.  The perfume she wore was specially blended by her hand to cause feelings of arousal and desire in low doses, low enough to make them easier to handle but not to the point that they'd try to hurt her either, and Arya knew it was working here as the man's face turned a bit red and his brown eyes glazed over a little briefly before he found his train of thought again.<br/><br/>"Second floor, last room down the hall, it's yours."  Arya grinned from ear to ear as she took the key that was offered a moment later, and while no payment had been asked for, she did leave twenty gold coins out for the young fellow anyway before having her bags brought up that contained her clothes and toiletries in to the 'VIP Suite' as it was aptly called considering it was covered in silk and satin sheets and very comfortable chairs and a couch done up in black leather.  "Thank you Aphrodite for paving the way as you have.  Through me your will is my own, although I will admit I so enjoy teasing people."  She offered in prayer and thanks to her chosen goddess, settling in before heading downstairs to find someone to warm her bed as well as get some dinner in her belly.