Mei-Li could feel him pulse hard and hot beneath her touch, eager for more, even as his own hand found its way between the lithe beauty's spread thighs, his thick fingers pressing firmly against her, calloused fingers stroking her though the white silk of her panties. The look in his eyes told her he knew how filthy she was, that he could feel how wet she was; he knew just how much this turned her on.<br/><br/>Mei-Li felt more eyes on her than just his, though, the gazes of more and more of the male patrons of the Wild Goose falling on her, though not one tried to stop Mirt from molesting her. Indeed, if Mei-Li could focus enough to look a little more closely, she'd see that more than a few of the voyeurs watching them had slipped a hand beneath the table and she could watch them stroking themselves through their breeches at her wanton display.<br/><br/>"Before anything else, you need to know how to get there. There's a lot of roads leading out of town; there's a gate, but plenty of 'em have gates. Now, the one you want is by a plaza with a fountain, topped by a statue of a sphinx." Mei-Li could feel the old pervert roll his hips beneath her touch, straining against his breeches for more of that sinfully good friction, could hear that low note of desire in his voice. "<em>Ah</em>," Half a sigh, half a groan. She had him, quite literally, in the palm of her hand. "From there, it's a good two days' travel by horse, if you're traveling light. The mountains ought to be on your left the whole time, but the farther along you go, the farther away they'll get.<br/><br/>"Now, about a days' ride out from the Vault, there's a small town and a castle. Castle belongs to an old adventurer, like Old Mirt, has a soft spot for your type. Name's Lord Robilar. Mostly keeps the road clear of bandits, but they keep coming back. They say those who bring him evidence they helped out with the bandit problem are rewarded, given a night in the castle... though he'd be blind or a fool if he didn't invite you back to his castle for the night, evidence or not..."<br/><br/>As he continued, Mirt's fingers, no longer rubbing Mei-Li through her panties, tugged them aside while leaving them on, starting to stroke her, skin on skin, plump fingers roaming over her wet folds to probe her in that most intimate of places.