"Oooh? Well the women do rule among the drow, and more specifically, the women that show promise or are of a noble family line, but many families have 'adopted daughters' among them who simply showed enough promise for that. As for the men and women on the surface, mm I would think that all men are ruled over as soon a woman has their scepter in her hold!" The drowess laughed merrily with her.<br/><br/>The drink was stiff, but a careful taste wasn't enough to cause her real harm. She would feel the warmth spread through her, any chill in the caverns was taken away by a sip, but more might go to head after a while, so a careful sip at a time was likely the only way to go if a person didn't want to end up in a bad way. Gulping it all down at once would have undoubtedly caused a blackout of memory the following day.<br/><br/>Regardless, the drowess smiled a hint chuckling at the time looking at Joli in a calm fashion. "Ahh, yes its Absinth, or Ab-sin. I actually like that term." Her smile was warm, but the ones on the orc and goblin faces were wide grins at the chuckle which caused the perky bosom on the drow to jump a bit, the dark nipples standing up proudly at the display, she certainly didn't seem to have issues about being seen, and didn't mind the extra drinks coming her way.<br/><br/>"Don't worry though, the lad's got the good sense to not cause trouble to his clientelle. That's how he's survived so long here already anyway." The drowess grinned a bit, then shrugging, watching as the bearded man shrugged and moved to pull up a bottle from the shelf and a new glass, setting the glass before her and pouring it half-full of light green liquid, a sweet scent around it in the air. "Care to try then?" Smiling, the man pushed it over towards her, waiting to hear her opinion it seemed.<br/><br/>The drowess meanwhile gulped down her drink, when there was a bit of noise further back. One of the goblin lads up front seemed to have been getting a bit eager to 'join the show' on stage and grope the goblin lass, only to be rewarded with an orc-fist in his eye at the first instant. The two continued playing, while a laughing drow man dumped a half-full ale-mug on the passed-out goblin's head before heading back to the bar for a refill.<br/><br/>At that, the bearded man headed over to serve him his drink, though leaving a key on the counter already, the old brass key bearing the number '5' on it.<br/><br/>There was a few doors no the ground-level, but a set of stairs upstairs showed another hallway's first room, the door marked with a clear '1' on it, along with an old metal lock, as she could see from the distance.