Zara crossed her legs, one hand propping up her jaw as the boy rambled on about the women. There was really nothing of import insofar as she could tell. If anything, it was questionable whether they would find anything of worth here in the first place.<br/><br/>Across the room, Zara locked eyes with a beast of a man. Taller than Yildar and twice as large, he looked as if he could throw a mountain without breaking a sweat. She lifted her head, glancing about the room, but only he seemed to pay them any mine. While she hadn’t intended to start a ruckus, Yildar’s question had certainly drawn them some unsavory attention.<br/><br/>Thankfully, it seemed the two brutes knew one another. This? Now this was something she could work with. The man—Agra—turned to her. As if non-complacent with Yildar’s poor excuse. And, if Zara were honest… his excuse was half-assed at best. How unlike a man not willing to bed a woman for information. It wasn’t the first time Zara had nor would it be the last.<br/><br/>With a sigh, she rolled easily to her feet, one hand settling on her hip as she sized up the bouncer. There was no need to cause a scene.<br/><br/>“I suppose there’s no complaint of pillow talk, right?” She didn’t bother to give Agra time to respond as she wound around the table, pulling free a small coin pouch. The waiter balked as she tossed it to him, struggling to catch it before his eyes bugged, jaw dropping as he stared. Zara smirked. “I that will more than suffice for both women?”<br/><br/>“Y-Yes,” the man squeaked, holding up the pouch for Agra to see. “Ah… Miss Dana is… er… she’s with… I mean… indisposed, at the moment.”<br/><br/>“Not a problem.” She waved her hand dismissively. “She can join when she’s done and had a moment to breathe.” Her eyes narrowed on Agra. “I trust there to be no issues?”<br/><br/>The man nodded tersely, seeming to think better than to question her. It wasn’t as if she had any interest in sleep with either of the women, but a few lewd noises, some thumping of the bed and crashing would be more than enough to satisfy those with curious ears.<br/><br/>The young man guided her beyond the bar and through an archway which led to a series of halls. Doors lined either sides. A myriad of noises echoing from various rooms. Zara mostly ignored them, glancing over her shoulder once at a crude expletive as it rang through the halls. Behind her, Yildar followed close. With a shrug, turned back towards the man. The waiter stopped outside a gilded door, smiling nervously as he opened the door. Zara gave him a small nod before stepping inside.<br/><br/>Whatever suite he’d chosen, claiming it to be opulent was an understatement. A lush red rug spilled over the floor while a plush, crimson comforter stretched over the bed. The thick wooden frame of the bed looked hand carved, and warmth of candle light flickered around the room. That did count the golden vanity in the corner or the dozens upon dozens of pillows dumped everywhere in a hundred shades of color.<br/><br/>Zara glanced to Yildar, cocking a brow. “All the way on the end. Plenty of room. Think this will work?”<br/>