Whatever Suzaku was talking to the barkeep about, he was totally engrossed - but, then, that just reminded Mei-Li of how intense he could be when it came to his games. When he was focused, it was like nothing else in the world existed to him but the game.<br/><br/>A quiet groan rose from Mirt's throat, the sour note of alcohol lingering on his breath as he rolled his hips, letting Mei-Li feel the hot girth of his manhood rub up against her wet folds, only the material of his trousers separating them.<br/><br/>"I'm sure that could be arranged. But, you know, if I didn't know better, I'd think you were getting off on having an audience. The only reason I can think of that you'd want to take this somewhere more private is..." His eyes gleamed wickedly, and, leaning in close, Mirt's lips grazed the shell of Mei-Li's ear. "You're a screamer," he breathed into her ear, punctuating his statement by giving her earlobe a sharp nip, his hand gripping the globes of her luscious ass and squeezing.<br/><br/>Whoever made these games, one thing was for sure: they were grade A perverts.<br/><br/>Stomach rumbling with mirth, Mirt got to his feet, chair scraping against the floor before leading Mei-Li toward the stairs leading up to the inn's bedrooms upstairs. If Mei-Li glanced back to catch a last glimpse of the tavern, she migth see that a few had gone so far as to whip it out, watching her ass sway as she climbed the stairs, their white seed splattering against the floor and the undersides of the tables.<br/><br/>As soon as they reached the top of the stairs, Mirt pulled Mei-Li into the nearest bedroom, leaving the door wide open behind them. "Now, where were we...?"