"You take care." Camille looked wistfully at the door after Eniija left, letting the taste of the buxom huntress's lips linger on her own and the afterimage of her lovely tits and ass dance in her eyes as long as they could. Finally, she tucked the package and the coins in a safe place on her body and took the stairs down to see how the rest of the tavern had fared after her little stunt with free drinks for everybody.<br/><br/>She headed for the bartender, hoping he was in a good mood. Just in case, she crossed her arms to push her chest a bit higher. It probably paled in comparison to what Eniija would have been able to pull off, but oh well... "I've got a friend to meet at the Golden Prospect. Would you be so kind as to tell me how I could get there?"