<div class="floatleft">(http://i986.photobucket.com/albums/ae348/Stef82K/Private/Mermaid/tiina_15_zpsbeqqkmtj.jpg)</div>There were no more words for the artist, instead an inviting look and a blown kiss which Lorelei was sure conveyed her desire for that picture. An armed raised high waved enthusiastically to the sorceress as she stumbled groggily down the stairwell. The arm belonged to Lorelei of course who was always happy to see her companions. The bard tried to turn her attention to the big man, who just seemed to exude masculinity from every portion of his body. He could perhaps detect the flush of warmth that run through her at the touch of his thick hands, made coarse and ruddy through his labor and contrasted with the creamy, white smoothness of her thighs. Sydney diverted her attention, able to sneak up through the crowd and take advantage of Lorelei's admiring of her suitor, with the soft touch of lips on her neck (a very sensitive spot) and the sultry voice that followed. There was a grin as she looked back, reached up to pet the side of the magic user's face gently, "As the saying goes here in the tavern, the night is still quite young and there is plenty of time for more games." The sorceress' firmness against Lorelei's back causes her to wiggle just a bit, the long hair rubs smoothly as silk. Her attention is pulled back to Edmur as she throws her arms around his neck, "As for what else there was to win... I'll tell you later." She laughs and giggles, throwing her head back as she lifted and lets out a playful yelp as her legs kick in the air.<br/><br/>She glances back at Sydney, "I am unsure. I've never been to a party of only two. It would seem so boring, what fun can only two have?" the question spoken with wide eyes of mock questioning and a suggestive voice of approval. She then falls back in her arms, one hand to the back of her head in false-protest, "Alas, perhaps my friend can save me from such boredom but you are the victor! I must submit." When Edmur asks for the bottle Lorelei quickly snatches it up the moment it is presented, "I'll take that!" She responds to Ayca's waggle by waving the bottle at the woman with a wide smile and lets out a hoop and yelp as her feet raise and lower trying to work in concert with the blacksmith to avoid kicking anyone as they make their way up the stairs.<br/><br/>Giving him no other recourse with a woman in his arms, Edmur must kick open the door. And whatever plans he might have had, Lorelei has her own. Slipping out of his grasp before he can maneuver to the generous bed (given that these upper rooms are the finest of the inn and are much nicer than the lumpy bunks the Delvers use themselves. It is really for the best, as they would be prone to abuse and these rooms bring in much needed coin to the Inn. And there was desperate need for a place to plan for serious things, the barrack style sleeping quarters kept the shenanigans to a minimum. Unless of course things moved upstairs, which is the precarious situation Lorelei now finds herself in. "Woe is me!" She backs through the room, bottle in hand as she snatches a pair of glasses from a side table between her fingers in a deft slight of hand. Her backside bumping against the doors leading to the balcony and the cool night air. She had heard the results of the race and looked down quizzically as the victorious (and topless?) Phelypsis was paraded around. Down there, the torch lights and magical illuminations let her see the activities, Nuria causing trouble as usual and the festivities. But up on the balcony she was sure to not light anything. The small circular table there was the temporary home of the glasses and wine as she removed her belt sash and the faulds on her hips it was attached to. She then gathered her hair, not a simple task given its fullness and length, and leaned forward to slip her choker over her head and pull the locks through it. Her entire front fell down as she whipped back upright, heavy breasts falling and spreading out on her chest in the thin darkness so only he could see. She then took up the glasses and bottle again, wiggling them at him, "Care for a drink?"