A leecherous grin crept onto Sigmund's face as his eyes had been pre-occupied by the loose robe dancing about Kachina's form. A deft hand plunged into his coin purse and returned, displaying three digits. Between his ring, middle and index fingers, two gold coins eyed the half-elven beauty with anticipation. "Coin well spent." He mused appreciatively as he leaned closer to her and inhaled deeply. He glanced down the hall as Kachina did so. "Company? An audience? Or perhaps, another participant? Either way, the more the merrier."