No real interruptions come about the adventurers still at the temple, though plenty of servants and acolytes glance their way as they pass by. Once they began to near the halls, they would begin to hear the festivities picking up outside, and more and more games being played. The music would grow noticeable louder.<br/><br/>Though things began to pick up further at the Golden Cockatrice. Alice blushes furiously when the clothing is mentioned, though she seems interested in the idea with more then a few drinks in her.<strong>"Well alright, I guess it couldn't hurt so long as it's not taken too far."</strong>She says shyly, and that's when things get interesting. Her hands continue to play well, though not quite as good as Thoran's. The winning of the last few hands left her with some leeway room, though she blushed furiously reach time another article of clothing is removed.<br/><br/>Finally, the waitress drops her jaw as Pipra removes her top. Alice's eyes seem glued to the orbs, that mixed with several more drinks seem to have the poor girl at a loss for words. Cheers and jeers resound through the drunken pub, but even amidst that some cry foul on the move. Noses turn up, but the owners don't seem fit to stop it yet as the money keeps pouring in. After that though, when the lewd favors are remarked upon, the waitresses cheeks turned scarlet.<strong>"I haven't even ran out of gold yet, but I suppose there's no harm in some fun."</strong>She replies with lust in her tone, though that is staunched when the inquisitor begins her tirade.<br/><br/>The whole pub turns and laughs when she falls on her face. Some support her words, others cry foul that she stopped the show.<strong>"Good work girlie!"</strong>Some of the older folks say, while boos come from the younger.<strong>"It's festival time, who are you to stop the show."</strong>Alice seems ready to bury her head in the table at the mention from someone with the symbol of Elora around her neck, but before she can freak out something seems to catch at her features. They grow more docile, and those around the tavern seem to come into similar effects as a wonderful scent passes through the air.<br/><hr/>You three in the pub, roll fortitude saves.