<div class="floatright">(http://geekfightclub.net/wp-content/uploads/2015/10/PZOPDFAAWROTDUEME.jpg)</div>A soft bark of laughter comes from Cheszeth and she leans forward, the cut of her elf-costume giving a deeper view of obsidian cleavage than her normal leathers.  "That depends upon the clan, of course.  Divdor's from a polite little family.  Myself?"  Her smirk widens and she gives a sly wink before letting herself laugh.  "The Great Lady had... appetites.  Her own preferences rather took over our own social tendencies.  Though really, Yula, you can't say you weren't tempted?"<br/><br/>Divdor, at this point, has gotten very quiet, sitting stock still with a look on his face that in fairer skinned individuals would likely be associated with blushing.  He quickly blurts out, "I'd never seen a green leaf before.  Most hadn't, probably."  He clears his throat a bit and shakes his head before bringing his eye contact back to Yula, leaning in during her story with interest.  "Yes, we should- Oh.  No, no, of course not.  Not a problem in the least."  The drow sits back in his seat, running a hand through his hair in the image of awkward attraction.<br/><br/>Cheszeth stands up, patting Divdor on the leg as she does so and purring out quietly, "Don't stand up too soon.  Those breaches don't cover much."  With that, she turns and takes hold of Yula's arm, walking with her and hips swinging behind.<br/><br/>There are a number of secluded areas, the Delvers Company hall in the back often has an empty room or two to duck into, the inn of course rents rooms, and there are quieter tables away from the majority of the bar where mercenaries will often meet with their charges.