Thalia sat there trying to shake off some of the water that had accumulated on her cloak, opening unbuttoning it to reveal the front of a fairly nice dress, her favorite one from back in the brothel, after all, some men liked to watch their women undress, and others liked to undress their courtesans themselves, so nice clothes was a must.<br/><br/>The woman had a nice figure, but seemed unwilling to remove her hood, indeed hugging onto it tightly for a moment as she opened the garment.<br/><br/>She watched from her seat as a rather loud man walked in, once more desperately wishing to herself that this was not some sort of trap as she tried to avoid his gaze in particular more than anyone else in the room.<br/><br/>Then in walked another elf, this one not at all hiding the fact that she was an elf, and indeed almost showcasing the fact that she was a slave with the collar she wore and the flashes of skin when she moved betraying the fact that she wore no top but only a skirt.  This seemed to prove that this was no trap, but she still didn't have any real plans to remove her hood either until asked or she felt comfortable with the idea.