The officer - a noble if Vanestria remembered the human notions of Tethyr right - smiled at her. "Ah, I would recommend the "Scion of Selune", a nice festhall who caters to the nobility. There's no safer plce than around the flower of Tethyr, mylady."<br/><br/>The festhall turns out to be pricy and luxurious, but whether it was scandalous or not would be open to debate - the waitresses had very low cut gowns, and the singer on stage when Vanestria entered wore a dress even more daring. And the clientele might be novle, but it was also composed of nobles expecting to head to battle, or returning from battle, or both, and they were enjoying the evening with the zeal of people all too aware of their own mortality.