<div class="floatleft">(http://i66.tinypic.com/2diegso.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Duke and Monkey Back Rooms</strong><br/><br/>As Mia followed the owner, the graceful monk once again seeming to glide across the floor, she sighed, chest rising and falling.  She was not so naive as to think that the innkeeper might not want some more of what he'd had last time.  The key, she felt, was to maintain her composure.  If he wished to see her breasts again, well, there was little harm in that.  Perhaps even touch them a little.  But no more than that; it could be a fond reminiscence of what had occurred last time for the man, but not a repeat.  Even if Mia had to admit to herself that the sight of a shaft thrusting and erupting between her breasts held a strange fascination.<br/><br/>The held door was a politeness that Mia did not quite expect.  Perhaps the rules of courtesy did exist, even here.  Inclining her head, she stepped easily around him, into the room.<br/><br/>Mia's eyes widened.  This... this was not what she expected.  Her gaze shifting, taking in the appearances of the assembled men.  Of their curious headwear, and the richness of their clothing.  There was some superficial similarity with her flowing silks, but not quite so much that they could be mistaken as being from her homeland.  The curious gaze of one caused Mia to shift a little, frowning.  She had grown more used to curious stares since her time in self-imposed exile, but this situation was unusual enough that she was losing some of her control.<br/><br/>"Oh... ah..."  Mia reddened.  This was a strange situation, moreso than almost any she'd encountered.  She'd expected a conversation with the innkeeper, perhaps another attempt to grope her.  Not to suddenly be negotiating with three men for a room.  "He, ah, used my breasts for his pleasure."  Her chin tilted upwards, as she tried to defy the embarrassment that saying the words caused.  It was not easy; caught in an unfamiliar situation, she was having difficulty finding her center.  Mia cast a glance back over her shoulder, looking at the closed door, frowning.