The liquid blue fire Shay subjugated herself to was an instant regret as she set the glass down. She couldn't help but let out a slight cough--strong stuff was right! While the blonde seem unaffected by it, Shay could hear a slur develop in her voice and the churning of her stomach didn't exactly help her posture. Being convincing, sultry, or anything else that required Shay to project her personality were going to compromised it seemed. The drink didn't rob Shay of her other senses though, as she felt what were clearly rough hands on 'Jasmine'. Calluses. It could mean a number of things, but combined with the holy symbol, Shay was able to make a self-assured leap. Didn't she notice a paladin at the Paladin's Rest last night? Great, if this was the same person, then Shay<em>really</em>didn't want to be associated with her. Definitely not the big-tit air head Jasmine was making herself out to be.<br/><br/>The reason why Jasmine was down in the Sailor's Ghetto made Shay stomach sink further under the weight of the strong drink she had downed. "Emptied out, you say? You mean they took<em>everything</em>? Considering the price for our lodgings there, I think anyone could do the math--someone made quite the haul if they took all of it." Shay had to confirm that she wasn't solely responsible for sending someone who didn't deserve it to a round of torture. Mostly to clear her own conscious than anything else. Was she not the only one up to mischief last night in the inn?<br/><hr/>Fort Save: 4, Failed (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=60163)