Joli took a deep swallow of her mushroom ale, no where near finishing her mug and then set it down on the bar.  She turned to Silea and leaned forwards, "I sense that should you and I share a room, there might be a bit less rest than if I were to attend it alone."  Joli licked her lips suggestively and made no move at all to slide away from the drow's touch.  "Though, I suppose in the interests of my mission, it would behoove me to act diplomatically towards your people.  They say that the silver tongue of a diplomat is far more cunning than that of a linguist."<br/><br/>It was no accident that Joli used those words so close together to make a woman think of the word "cunnilingus" for among the elves that she had been raised by, wordplay was considered a very arousing form of foreplay.  "I suppose if you were to help a poor human woman, too drunk on mushroom wine, no one would have any call to doubt such noble intentions."  She leaned forwards, pressing herself against Silea and faking a hiccup.  "Though," I admit I'm sure that all eyes will be on us as you help me find my room."<br/><br/>Then leaning back and saying in a louder voice, "This mushroom ale is too strong for my poor wits.  I must sleep it off."  Then she turned back to wink at Silea, "Lead on my dark skinned friend."