<div class="floatleft">(http://i66.tinypic.com/2diegso.jpg)</div><br/><br/>Setting down her wine glass, Mia spread her hands in mute acquiescence.  "Perhaps that will work.  And it will not be placing us in their power, which either plan for infiltrating would.  I suspect initiates do not have it much better than slaves."<br/><br/>As Cassia stood, Mia rose gracefully to her feet.  "But as Drake says, we should watch them tomorrow.  Perhaps an opportunity will present itself."<br/><br/>With that same easy grace, nearly seeming to glide across the floor, she made her way to Cassia.  She gave the Paladin a curious glance, missing the passing groper.  "A gold each?  Is that normal?"  She asked, tilting her head curiously.  "And how much is the floor?"  She folded her arms under her generous breasts, the band of fabric over them shifting.