Sheraile nods as she listens to the serving girl's "report," making a mental note of each potential "vendor" the town has to offer. Neither she nor her lover is very likely to need a blacksmith... but someone who can provide enchantments is likely to be useful to the both of them. She's pretty sure the girl mentioned more than that... but she's honestly having a hard time focusing with her lover's teeth digging into her shoulder, and a fresh batch of cum rolling down her belly.<br/><br/>She's tempted to pump her lover full again, right here and now... but she holds out, for now. Might as well make sure her lover gets her literal fill.<br/><br/>"Ok, very good. My partner and I will make sure you have reason to celebrate soon enough, I promise you that." She gives the girl a friendly- if slightly loopy from the tingles of pleasure dancing through her body- smile, and shifts her hips slightly to pump her cock upward, pushing it just that much deeper into her lover's bowels. She can feel her own cum coating her at this point, and it's making her want to add to the mix something fierce.<br/><br/>"I don't suppose you can tell me anything about that captain of the guards, by the way? She seems a bit... tense, to put it mildly. And of course, I'd love to hear more about yourself... you seeing anyone? Some lucky guy or girl in town, or maybe one of the merchants who comes out this way?"