The now masculine Lycoris strolled through the inn, the pungent stench of sex in the building causing her to wrinkle her nose as she approached the princess-turned-whore.<br/>"Well, I'd wondered where my little pet had wandered off to," she mused, "Okay then Gentlemen, while I appreciate you giving my elf the treatment she so desires and filling her to the brim with your seed, it appears that she's become rather fatigued and requires time to rest before the next round. I'll be sure to bring her back here tomorrow so that she may satisfy any who have not yet had their turn. And to prove my statement..."<br/>As Lycoris spoke, she hovered her hand over Alinia's back, willing her clothing to change through the power of the ring to remove the price list and exchange it with the words 'Whore Closed'. In addition, the ring conjured bindings upon Alina's form, specifically a thick, studded leather collar that was perhaps a little too tight, which restricted her airways ever so slightly making it a little hard for her to breathe, along with a leash attached to it which Lycoris chose to grab.<br/><br/>"Now if the pair of you would be so kind as to finish off it would be much appreciated. In compensation for taking her away so quickly I would invite the barkeep to take the money that my elf has obtained from her time here and provide each of you with as many rounds as it will permit."