A sigh, pleasured at the feel and taste of the lovely discharge of lust and pleasure across her face, chest and back.  The feel of the thick, gooey seed on skin, clinging to her as she rises, the note seen and inspected, followed by a pout.  She doesn't bother to clean the jism from her, beyond licking her lips clear.<br/><br/>She dresses for the, nothing too covering.  A loin cloth, red in color and quite exposing of hip, leg, and everything else followed by wrappings, of a similar fabric, meant to cup and push her breasts into a deep cleavage, leaving her arms, abdomen, and most of her body on display.  Heeled sandals slipped on, coin purse tucked inside of her thigh of the loin cloth, and she's out the door.  Some of the coin left on the bar of the inn, payment to allow her to work, a decent percentage of her take.<br/><br/>Chaya smiling as she exits, out into the morning light, heels clicking on the stone street, moving out into the town, exploring, no real destination in mind.