"So we've some competition for the purchasing of this vessel, then?"  Sherry noted, expressing some surprise as she learned that there was another person at the party giving the ship a full inspection.  "My, that simply won't do.  If we were to get caught up in a little bidding war, we could wind up spending far too much...  I'll have to see what I can do to convince him to seek another ship for his needs, then.  Though, I suppose I may be able to offer extra incentives aside from money that he simply can't bring to the bargaining table..."<br/><br/>When Aria took her seat upon the bed, the cat made its move, walking over and hopping onto her lap as though it were the most natural and expected thing for it to do.  A brief attempt to make itself more comfortable wound up sliding the hem of the dress upwards even farther, revealing even more of the woman's legs in the process, but it stopped short of her losing all modesty and simply sat there, instead, looking up expectantly as though waiting for her to change positions to accomodate it.<br/><br/>"What do we celebrate?"  The silver-haired woman echoed the tiefling's next question.  If she noticed the redhead's attentions upon her, she was playing it coy, pretending not to notice.  And perhaps showing off a bit, given that she kept running her fingers over her clothing in various places, as though smoothing out nonexistent wrinkles in the fabric...  "Oh, several things, really.  Admittedly, our organization works for the Church of Sharess, but the Mother of Cats was never really that big on fancy rites and rituals and religious holidays.  We throw parties, and give people chances to dance and sing, and seek many of life's other pleasures besides, on just about any excuse.  Even when we aren't holding one of our fests, many people come to... 'enjoy the company' of the beautiful men and women who work there, if you know what I mean."<br/><br/><em>"And if you don't, what she means is that it doubles as a brothel."</em>This new voice was being broadcast telepathically.  It was heard in their minds, rather than actually spoken aloud.  It seemed to be coming from the cat.  Perhaps not a surprise, if it was an Arcane spellcaster's familiar, but it was still acting a little bit strangely...<em>"Shocking, I know, but we aren't exactly the only one operating in Sharess' divine domain, so anyone who disapproves has plenty of alternate choices to frequent.  Any chance you might be a fan of the Feisty Feline Tavern and Festhall?"</em><br/><br/>And now that the cat was speaking up, Sherry's mood seemed to have changed, as well.  She suddenly seemed quieter, more respectful.  As though she wasn't expecting to be the center of attention...