She eagerly returned the quick hello kiss, her smile widening as Arianna withdrew. But that smile turned into a frowning pout as she learned of missing one of Alanna's beautiful dances. She'd offer a soft laugh at the reference to Himari refusing the group massage, she'd turn to once again allow her gaze to fall on the table briefly. Turning back to face Arianna as she replied<strong>"Yes! More healing potions this time as they seem to be the most helpful and best sellers." </strong><br/><br/>Some of the potions were her's to be sold, but most were the guild's, made at cost. The guild provided any materials she could not harvest from the forest, and each couple of weeks or so she'd bring a fresh batch of potions to either be sold or used by her fellow guildmates. She carefully shrugged her haversack from her shoulders, keeping a tight hold of it as she placed it upon the bartop. She opened the flap to the main compartment of the magical backpack, producing several potions one at a time. She was extremely careful to hand each one to Arianna, and not to let go until her friend had them in her hand. All in all the transfer of potions had went off easily, which made her a bit suspicious of what her spirits could be plotting.<br/><br/>While Arianna took the potions to the safe, she would lean over the bar. Cautiously placing her haversack behind it for safe keepng while she enjoyed the night's activities. Her quiver would soon join the haversack, both containers being placed down with great care lest her spirits decide to send them across the room. She was still unaware of the fact that the back of her dress' skirt had been gradually rising so that it now displayed the bottom half of those bare supple soft perky southern cheeks to anyone she was facing away from. Arianna's aid ensuring that she would not notice the shift in her clothing all that easily even as one of the naughty spirits continued to expose her more and more.<br/><br/><strong>"The blackberry mead sounds lovely love!"</strong>She'd answer with a bright smile<strong>"And then maybe a glass of Ice Wine"</strong>Then there was that reference to the table once again. Causing her to turn to the side, looking at it as she pondered. Watching as the maid uniforms remained in those comical exaggerated poses of sorrow. She couldn't help but bite down softly upon her lower lip as she considered the possibilities. While her naughty spirits frequent wandering hands could be quite...well amazing at times, it had been awhile since she had a good massage by an actual person, not to mention that a group massage from real hands was a rare treat.<br/><br/>She'd turn back to her close friend<strong>"Well, if the table was made more comfortable, you might have an easier time convincing someone to lay atop it" </strong>Turning once again, this time her gaze fell upon Alanna as her fiery guildmate began that wonderful dance.