At her companion's words, Aria grinned all the more - her teeth and fingertips, perhaps by her tiefling heritage, were just a bit harder, sharper, and longer than typical, but not beyond the bounds of genetic possibly for 'pure' humans, nor of any particular use in a fight. "Not that you mention it," she whispered and cast her eyes to the now-bound elven girls. Both were, she realized, exceptionally attractive even for their kind: enviably and typically slender yet unusually buxom for elf-maids, skin flawless and of the faintly icy hue which was either exotic or offputting depending on one's tastes, hair long and flowing and prettily braided. "They compare not to you either, my tigress," Aria purred, "But all the same, I wouldn't mind having two girls of such countenances to dance and...entertain us back at our inn, or somesuch. Mmmm...you know, I could even practice my rope-work on you sometime, if you're willing...and the offer goes both ways."<br/><br/>Back outside that bedchamber (which like the more masculine one, would probably fetch high coin were all its furnishings pawned) the stairs, mercifully, were a spiral of stone and thus quite quiet for their descent.<br/><br/>The landing stretched into a hallway like the above, with yet more doors and a few alcoves. A simple wood door hung open just to their left, revealing and airing another incense-scented midden. Beyond along the left wall were four leaf-engraved doors like those of the three bedrooms chambers. Between the second and third, the gray stone of the wall had been carved into a relief statue of an elven maiden in some sort of dance, the perspective almost two dimensional like the art of ancient Mulhorand.<br/><br/>Two far larger, and more fully three-dimensional, statues of dancing nubile elf-maids stood in frozen gyrations at the far end of the fall, and just to the right of their descended stair. Midway along the hall on the right, just opposite the smaller, flatter statue, stood a set of double doors in a grander arching style, like little gates. The hall turned right at its end, into an alcove from which Rose could just glimpse a descending spiral stair like their own.<br/><br/>Rose would also perceive that the two larger elf statues their had subtle telltale signs of animate qualities - scuff marks around their feet as if they'd moved before.<br/><br/>The middle statue then animated more blatantly - or at least, its delicately pouting lips of stone. They moved as fluidly as those of any speaking or kissing elf-maid, and spoke in soft, coy-toned Elven. "Speak aloud and clear, dear guests, of whom thy most revere, that my love be thine."<br/><br/>Aria's red eyebrows arched. She pressed her lips right against Rose's ear and cupped her hammer-and-net clutching hands around it (hoping what she was about to say wouldn't serve as an 'answer' to the statue), to whisper a Common translation, and added, "It has its own faint aura - just the mouth. The other statues have none. There's the usual ambient one like the entire last floor."<br/><br/><br/>e = elf statues<br/>- = closed doors<br/>/ = open door (to midden)<br/>* = stairs<br/><br/><div class="codeheader">Code: <a class="codeoperation" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">X X X X X X             X X X X X X   7<br/>X * . . . X             X e e . . X   8<br/>X X X . . X X X - - X X X e e . . X   9<br/>X e e . . . . . . . . . . . . A * X  10<br/>X e e . . . . . . . . . . . . R . X  11<br/>X X X X - X X - X e X - X X - X / X  12<br/>                  X           X . X  13<br/>                              X X X  14<br/></code></pre><br/>