Aria tried to keep her face relatively blank, but open and receptive, at the thought of nonmonetary incentives. Intriguing, to be sure, and she reminded herself that for Rose's and Luneth's and Ingus's sakes she ought stay objective. She was quite relieved to think that numeric negotiation would likely have to defer to the two Valkuran sailors, as she herself despite her maritime-city heritage had not a clear idea of a ship's worth. The four of them could always hire some professional appraiser, she supposed. In the meantime, she thought of herself as more of a saleslady, and what a delight it was to interact with the winged woman, whom hhe was getting a sense that she had a way of charming many a soul when it suited her ends, or simple sheer fancy. Dangerous to one's own impartial reasoning, perhaps, but delightful.<br/><br/>She didn't flinch as the cat hopped in her lap, and came as close to purring herself as she could when she felt the furry bundle nudge her own gown up along her thighs. She raked fingers along the cat's back while listening to Sherry. Sharess it was, then; her memories of previous crossings with bearers of this symbol in Brightwater and those who'd praised and sworn by the goddess now resurfaced. "Ah..." she smiled impishly as Sherry alluded to eautiful temple 'workers', and started as she felt the telepathy. The different way of spoke than Sherry, and the latter's sudden deferential air, led Aria to guess it was the cat she'd guessed to be a familiar. Or, hmm, perhaps some other magical creature which simply looked like a cat, for the Realms and Planes held many things and given the nature of Sharess, it seemed only natural. Sherry's quiet made Aria wonder if the 'cat' were in fact the 'Mistress' she'd spoken of.<br/><br/>"I've not heard of the Feisty Feline - in Sharess's quarter? - but shall remember it to drop in sometime for a drink or...whatever teh house speciality is, perhaps. Your arm of the church serves as a brothel, hmm?" she giggled. "No objection here, though no familiarity either. Well, save for the time I hid in the attic crawlspace of a Luskan bawdy-house to get the literal 'drop' on a rather brutal pirate captain. Had to wait for hours for the chance. Heard and saw quite to bit...'twas a far coarser establishment than yours I am quite certain. I don't suppose any of your 'beautiful men' are keen to dress up in silvery-shining plate armor and play at being paladins or knights?" The tiefling giggled and her gin was mercurcial but positively predatory. "Or the studded - so to speak - furs of a glacier-braving barbarian? Oh," she put a hand over her mouth to grin wider, thinking to herself, even if she never felt up to "tithing" to the church in such a way, the prospect of at least visiting to "window shop" was enticing; perhaps later she'd fish out if Rose  might be interested in such an errand.<br/><br/>"My own faith is the Lady of Strategy's," she fished a leather cord over the styled cheongsam collar, and let the tied-in ruby chessknight fall down her front. It pulled the material back into her cleavage, throwing into more relief the the front of the cheongsam (which she suddenly recalled she'd bought perhaps a bit too small to begin with, part by available selection that afternoon and part by choice). "I was of their 'Red Fellowship', not overmuch dancing or singing save for when the men are quite uproariously drunk. And though many are the sports they revel in...I might hazard to guess they're not usually the same as yours." She smiled at Sherry and leaned in a bit. "Yet have no doubt as i have none myself: I am quite satisfied with what I've experienced of this plane and its five goddesses so far, and yet so whetted to grow only the curiouser."<br/>