Sheraile looks over at the taller woman and smirks.<br/><br/>"Hmm. You know, it just might..." She gives her lover a soft chuckle, and leans her head against the taller woman's shoulder for the briefest of moments. A bit of a carnal solution to a social problem, perhaps, but if nothing else it should be good for stress relief. And no matter how much as she teases the woman-or gets a physical "high" from making the much stronger woman bend to her whims- she knows that she's happiest in the big woman's embrace. "I hope they don't have creaky beds... and that you don't mind a matching set of love-bites on those beautiful cheeks of yours."<br/><br/>It's not terribly long before they arrive back at the inn, and Sheraile retrieves their room key from the bartender with a flirtatious little grin. Where Aquila is the "stick," Sheraile has always viewed herself as the "carrot." A smile here, a hint of something more there, and doors open... albeit not as quickly as when they're kicked down. She's not sure what "doors" the barkeep has to open for her... but it never hurts to be prepared.<br/><br/>Thankfully, the man's word is good. They've been given a medium-sized bedroom complete with a fireplace, with only a few water spots on the walls. Considering how humid and damp the air always seems to be in this town, the witch supposes that this will have to do.<br/><br/>As the door locks shut behind them, it's Sheraile's turn to change her tone.<br/><br/>"Alright, love..." She says, moving over to her trunk and shooing Cha'ra away from the little bag of dried meats she keeps as treats. "Why don't you make yourself comfy... belly down on the bed. I've got a new outfit I've been waiting to show you... and I think this is the perfect chance..."<br/><br/>Without waiting, she strides back behind the room's ancient looking changing screen, dragging her trunk with her... and playfully tossing her clothing over the top towards her partner.