The private meeting room allowed the them the sense of conspiratorial bonding. Hani was certain that bringing the two gentlemen together would allow her to gain in her realm of contacts, and to give her more interesting things to collect in the long run. She allowed the two men to get comfortable as she gave them each warm smiles. Since there were only two chairs and those separated by the small table between them, she stood to look over the delights offered by Pieter and eyed them with a connoisseurs sense of discriminating taste.<br/><br/>In answer to his sotto voice query she giggled. "I only tell them what I know to be true. You are a businessman with high ideals, a gourmet's tastes and a remarkable way of charming people. It would be foolish of me to say anything bad about you. Of course, rumors fly as they will." she shrugged.<br/><br/>"How well I know these things, dear Pieter. Having tasted some of them in the past when I was brave enough to be curious. This one is especially interesting, I believe it is Dwarven made. It removes inhibitions and gives the imbiber a very loose tongue." She pointed to a pale blue gel that sparkled with magic. "Best used for when you wish to interrogate someone without making them aware of the danger. Very pleasant indeed, as it leaves one with a sense of euphoria unmatched by anything made of human hands. It also tends to make the mind forget what was said and done under its influence."<br/><br/>She looked over the rest of the offerings and chuckled as Pieter said the effects would not last long. "I do think that the amounts you have here are adequate to demonstrate your willingness to be above board and open with your influence and charm. This one I am unsure of." she pointed to the black powder. "I know the black rose is famous. I have known those who swore it lasted longer than the few minutes you profess, even in small amounts. But I am sure they were merely boasting to enhance their own prowess."<br/><br/>The selection contained some things that Hani knew she would never touch. Well she knew the danger of becoming addicted to such substances. She got her high from her daring and clandestine explorations of the nobles attics. Being clear headed and aware of things around her was essential to her well being. She had no clue what Doryn might enjoy out of the offerings and curiously she watched what he decided to try. He might know some of them by reputation, or by actual experience. She wondered to herself if Pieter was aware of the northern tribes hardiness and immunity to most of the drugs that the humans came up with, but very ingenius in coming up with some native enhancements that would stagger a Midlander without the grace of northern blood? There were a few things on the tray she did not recognise, perhaps Doryn would?<br/><br/>She sighed at the mention of the Elven wine. "I would try it, maybe a small sip, greatly diluted. The one time I did indulge, it was heavenly. I had dreams for a week of ...." she stopped. Her revealing this very personal dream might make both men wide eyed. She really did not know either of them well at all. Giggling softly she blushed. "Well, maybe that kind of fantasy is better left in my head..."<br/><br/>Hani was tempted to sit in Doryn's lap, but was unsure if Pieter might feel slighted. As it was, she stood between them, leaning over the table and eying the delights without paying much attention to the fact her low cut blouse might give both a view. Her outfit was modest in comparison to most of the bar maids, as she was the Innkeeper's daughter. It was hard not to miss the grace of movement she displayed, nor the way the corset tightened her already tiny waist. The glances she gave each man were friendly and a little flirtatious, as usual.