The drow woman arches her eyebrow, and motions towards one of the privacy booths nearby, much like the one that Sharille had initially met you in.<br/><br/>"You can close that door when you need a little... respite... from the prying eyes of the men-folk. I would be happy to join you in a moment..." She bows low, her forehead almost touching yours... and you hear a tiny, skittering voice dancing behind your ear. "You stink of elf... meaning that you must be Sharille's little lover-boy in disguise. I will have her led to my chambers... it would not do for her to be seen meeting you in this crowded room. And once all three of us are alone, we can discuss what I will be getting in return for providing your alibi."<br/><br/>The whole exchange takes but a moment, and she's all smiles and hungry congeniality when she straightens back out.<br/><br/>"I do hope you enjoy yourself, Madame Birchwood..."<br/><br/>=====<br/><br/>It takes a little while, but perhaps fifteen minutes later the drow woman is back in your booth, leaning seductively over the table.<br/><br/>"Madame Birchwood... I find my curiosity is overwhelming my propriety. Surely you would not begrudge one such as me just a<em>small</em>taste of the nectars of the First World?" She smiles and straightens, crooking her finger in a "come hither" motion. "I can promise you that I am a match for any of your past lovers, mortal or otherwise..."