An amused grin sparkles across Ayca's face, her eyes twinkling with delight in the dimly lit cellar.  Apparently she had absolutely no cares about being noticed coming downstairs.  Of course, she tends to play a little fast and loose with this kind of thing, she didn't even ask Nuria or Phelypsis to lock the door behind them, could be that it's totally open for just anybody to come sauntering on down.  Though she does pause a bit as she considers the tar, "Hmmm... I don't want to get that on my dress..."  She looks to Phelypsis and offers a wide, toothy grin, "Well, we're all girls here, right?"  With that, she reaches back and expertly undoes the back of her dress, carefully slipping out of it and hanging it off of a nearby spiggot.  She stretches, catlike in the dim light, the black dress revealing the pale white skin that Nuria had previously referred to.<br/><br/>This leaves Ayca in her stockings, thigh highs it turns out, gartered to a pair of tiny black panties.  Her breasts, pert and pale, are bare as she gets her clothing properly put away.  She has far less of the ornamentation of her peers, not terribly muscular, certainly not pierced, and no scars to speak of.<br/><br/>Because of this time spent stripping down and arranging her hat so as to not let it be crushed, Phelypsis had a much faster time getting the can.  A bright giggle comes from the barmaid and she quirks an eyebrow, "No, no, you're fine.  I can never get those open."<br/><br/>Daintily, she dips her fingers into the can, not taking nearly as much of the goo as Phelypsis did, but also dribbling less of it on the floor.  For her part, she has no issue coming right up in front of Nuria, her lips pursed thoughtfully as she begins to draw black smudges over her shoulders, standing on tip-toe to nuzzle against her nose.  She then shifts, kissing lightly along the immolator's cheek before whispering softly against her neck, "And these favors... Do we save them or go right on through them now?"  Her bright red lips quirk into a smile, felt against Nuria's neck, "Because I have ideas now, but I don't want to waste all my gifts I can spread them out."<br/><br/>Her hands then move down from Nuria's shoulders, the bartender rocking back onto her feet and once again shorter than Nuria.  Dainty fingers smudged in black begin to massage downward across Nuria's breast, squeezing and teasing lightly as she begins to play with the substance.  "Hmmm... We're going to need a fair amount of this..."  Her hands trace down, leaving her hand prints and then quickly she reaches around Nuria to grab firmly onto one of her asscheeks, leaving an Ayca-handprint right there in front of Phelypsis.  "Be sure to get the whole back, don't miss anything."