Camille reached for the pouch of coins and tossed it onto the bar, the coins clinking as the bag landed and slid towards the bartender. "Here, a round or two for everyone in here, however long it'll last," she told him casually. Most of her attention was focused on the half-elf in her lap, who shortly after became the half-elf in her arms, as the hermaphrodite got up and started making for the stairs while carrying Eniija bridal-style. "A bad girl, you say? I'm sure you know that bad girls must be punished." A quick flick of the wrist and her fingers spanked the round ass lightly.<br/><br/>There was the slightest hint of a bulge in Camille's skirt as she walked, but she was counting on the distraction of a free drink to slip away before anyone could notice. As she climbed the steps her attention was more focused on Eniija's bosom than on where she was stepping. Not that it meant she tripped or anything - she was far more elegant than that. "So, which one is your room?"