Joli kissed back at the inky skinned woman.  "No the ale was strong, but I found that my tastes lay elsewhere."  She let her own hands roam across the woman's skin, seeking buckles and straps, eager to shed the drow of the rest of her clothing.  Once she shed the drow of the woman's gear, would she allow her hands to find her own straps.  But she'd be careful not to disturb Silea's fingers as they danced across her own lips.  The drow would of course find them already quite damp and aroused.  She'd grown quite excited while in the bar, and in fact this whole trip to barter town had awakened her lusts.<br/><br/>"As for learning more of me, I invite you to explore, but if it's talking you were hoping for, I'm afraid to disappoint.  But that must wait till later, I think we both have a more pressing need right now."