He'd managed to find a time when the women were occupied elsewhere; Meridia had disappeared days ago, stating that she'd be elsewhere in the city on her own errands, and the sphinxes had dragged Blossom off to a hot mineral bath they'd come to enjoy. The drow remained in her room, preferring to avoid the attention of everyone else.<br/><br/>The woman smiled at his invite, and slowly sauntered over, carrying her own drink, as she takes a seat. Her smiles is coy and demure, but her eyes are hungry, like a predator spying a fine meal that just happens to still be walking. Her dress is low-cut, emphasizing her expansive bosom, a soft cream color, decked with sparkling stones, that glint in the light as she walked. "It's not often you see someone as handsome as you, this far from home," she says, as she settles into her seat.