The confidence mounted and reason washed away as the second mug of alcohol levels strange to her coursed through her body. The soft creaks of the stair well gave a near silent protest to the weight applied to them. Somewhere between the table and the stairs, Laurin had lost her feet. Instead she counted upon the powerful hands and arms cradling her as she was carried to their destination.<br/><br/>As they stepped through the portal to the room that was quite filled, she eyed it skeptically with the removal of her meager amount of gear.<em>This will certainly be a crowded bed. I know mine is bigger and it is only tasked with holding one or two.</em><br/><br/>But the provided heat danced its way into her skin as she eyed the trunk full of large, comfortable blankets. As she removed her cloak, eyeing Joli's, she muttered softly and made a few simple gestures. As she Laurin removed her belt, the robe was dried! But Laurin's eyes went wide.<em>Idiot! They don't know you yet! What are you thinking?!</em>Truth be told, she wasn't. And she found her ability to care wanning.<br/><br/>What little that made her decent gone, the fire light glowed against her pale skin. The bustier and pa- er, thong, were all she wore. The pure white fabric that matched her robe disappeared between heart-shaped buttocks that begged for hands and eyes almost as much as her mammaries had.<br/><br/>"Just be sure to leave them something to take off," Laurin mused, turning instinctively so that her profile shadow would dance with the fire light. "trust me when I say it adds to the experience."