<div class="floatright">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/04fd85f8-26e8-4c1b-ad91-4015c600383e/ddnn82s-a7766271-8f5c-46cc-bcb2-035ad27b2c54.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7InBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzA0ZmQ4NWY4LTI2ZTgtNGMxYi1hZDkxLTQwMTVjNjAwMzgzZVwvZGRubjgycy1hNzc2NjI3MS04ZjVjLTQ2Y2MtYmNiMi0wMzVhZDI3YjJjNTQuanBnIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmZpbGUuZG93bmxvYWQiXX0.ph-3HwiPc0OmaLmpyoQs6J98SYlWynZCgswSaO_4QIU)</div>The inn was quaint enough on first impressions. A single room was to be shared but in truth he would prefer it. It made it easier to keep an eye on her. Especially with all these eyes feasting on her perfectly nude figure. She sat at his side on the floor as he would order some honeyed ale. Surprisingly she asked him if she could sing. His curiosity was piqued and thus he gave a smile.<strong>"Alright let's hear your song."</strong><br/><br/>His eyes shut slowly during the song as the mood changed to one of intimacy and romance. To say nothing of how it stills his heart into a tranquil pace, the surrounding villagers had their own measure of what they wanted. They demand that she be seated upon the table as she continued to sing. For a moment his eyes meet hers as she sang. It was almost like she was singing to him. Maybe her magic came from a siren or such because her voice was captivating. Looks like he was tight to call her a songbird.<br/><br/>Her song made him forget for a moment that she wasn't his nor that it was merely her song. His right hand brushed over her thigh. Calloused fingertips that had seen harsh labor rubed along nubile and soft skin.<br/><br/>The villagers looked a touch enamored with one another rather than with just her. Once the song ends he imagined they would want to run back to their homes before the mood was gone. The villagers however do tip her by placing what they can spare in the emptied cup next to her. Least it would pay for their room once again. With this in mind, he pulled himself to his feet and collected her earnings. He placed them in a separate pouch and spoke up.<strong>"Songbird suits you. Come Laya, time to rest."</strong>