In the end, Lycoris chose a middle ground between luxury and somewhere the pair would need to move a wardrobe in front of their door at night to feel safe. Inspecting the room she had rented it seemed comfortable enough and would do the job of resting overnight. She had attempted to find a busy inn, one where the hustle and bustle of other patrons would keep up the illusion that the only room left had been one containing a single one-person bed, and that her charge would need to either sleep at the foot of the bed or on the floor to keep appearing as though she was someone of little importance. Lycoris would be sure to make the princess moist when she suggested it.<br/><br/>After securing the room, she thought it best to arrive about fifteen minutes late to their meeting spot, to see if the elf had been able to do what she'd needed to, or if her adjustments to the Royal's clothing had the desired effects on the townsfolk. Still, overhearing rumours she couldn't help but ask about them from one of the locals who mentioned them;<br/>"Hail friend," she started as she approached the man, "what's this talk of an elven whore?"