<div class="floatleft">(http://i66.tinypic.com/15o8l02.jpg)</div><br/>Ember sighed, ever so slightly. The expression in her eyes one of your mom when you burdened her with one more puppy to take care of. Sure, a nice-looking puppy... but... the holy one looked like a disaster magnet, compared to the unassuming, grey, cloaked human next to her. Drake's expression was not lost on her either, and she stuck her tongue out at him again, somewhat farther, a silver shimmer hinting at a barbell piercing. Her hand, meanwhile, feels along the short skirt and, well, continues on the obvious course, along the soft roundings of Valva's body, the inquisitive palm ending up with a handful of aasimar ass.<br/><br/>Ah, fuckit.<br/><br/>"Well, I am sure it would be useful.. and fun... to<em>contemplate</em>each other tonight. Closely. If we only had a private room."<br/><br/>She winked at Drake. What could be better than having a woman in your bed for the night? Having two of them! With his stamina, this should present no problem. Probably. She grinned at the mental image of him walking bow-legged and exhausted tomorrow. (Plus, with Valva being a holy one, there'd be no risk of pregnancy.)<br/><br/>Then the other two women in the "party" decided to draw attention to themselves, to ember's obvious annoyance. "Damnit. Don't those two have any common sense? There's no telling if members of that cult are right here in this inn. Or less-well meaning men. Nor did we talk about where to meet up tomorrow morning. Gah. I do hope we won't have to rescue those two from whatever they maneuver themselves into. Or onto." She laughs, pulling the (taller, more voluptuous) Valva closer - close enough for a kiss. Ember's breath had a faint strawberry scent to it. "At least I can keep<em>you</em>safe, my Queen of Cups."<br/><br/>Had she had come to care more about the other two, Ember certainly wouldn't have let them pursue such risky lines of action.