Was that...Jachym? Well fuck him / her. Arran wasn't going to beg, even if his body was still begging to be touched. He slumped back down against the wall of the inn, making sure to avoid the wet spot the mixture of juices had left. Not, of course, that that would save her pants from the stain it had already soaked up.<br/><br/>She needed to find a way to get to her room without another episode. There she could masturbate until she passed out. Standing up again, Arran focused on keeping her hands away from her, still throbbing, erogenous zones. Looking up at the inn, she tried to spot a way to climb up the her room's window.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>One success on a wits plus streetwise roll.