<div class="floatright">(http://img.4plebs.org/boards/tg/image/1366/65/1366654559563.jpg)</div><strong>Sabisstra Melafin</strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=927855)<br/><br/>A merchant ally would be quite useful indeed, the assassin considered when Alvudri suggested the tiefling, though Sabisstra wasn't sure she liked the idea of being fucked by a tiefling. She decided it wouldn't be an issue if she made sure it was Alvudri who took the male's filth on or inside her body.<br/>Once their little number was finished she gave a smug smile to her partner in response to the reaction of the crowd.<em>Better than spreading your bare thighs on stage, no?</em>she communicated as they walked backstage where the madame was waiting for them already, satisfied with their performance. Good, she thought. The sooner Lemaire realized that she was worth more as a dancer and escort, a courtesan that is and not another cheap whore, the less she'd have to put up with the customers degrading demands towards her. She had class after all, and her talents would have been wasted if she was just another hole to pick from. It was in the madam's best interest to keep her above the common prostitutes in status, and given her circumstances Sabisstra could accept that as a short-term improvement.<br/>She went along with her orders, without a word again. If she couldn't get out soon, she'd have to gain some level of influence and that meant being on the madam's good side, and while it might have not been an easy feat to get Lemaire's trust, it was perhaps the best way of gaining position in her current prison of debauchery.<br/><br/>It was thank to her discipline and training that she didn't smirk visibly when the younger drow was carried off by the lycanthrope. Sabal was asked to entertain an intellectual guest while Alvudri would get the knot shoved in her tight little holes. Sabisstra liked the results of her subtle manipulations.<br/><br/>She was surprised to meet a dark one here, but then again she knew so little of them...well not less than any other denizen of the Underdark. Taking a seat, the assassin eyed the mysterious figure, trying to get a hint, any hint of his features under the concealing clothing.<br/><br/>"Well met, Haristar. If it is tomes and secrets you fancy, then you must have taken a wrong turn somewhere. This store only sells the bodies of their prisoners, lending them for the pleasure and use of its customers. If it is knowledge you seek, the coin you left with the mistress of this so-called palace is worth nothing. If you are truly interested in more than sex, you haven't paid a price yet sorcerer. I will only share my knowledge if you pay me for it in kind or in deed. Knowledge for knowledge, or a favor for the favor, your choice." she said, not even pretending to wanting to go along with his idea of a good time. He might have paid for his time, but that was for sex. If he wanted to learn anything from her, it would have to be on her terms!