The redhead was a bit heavier than she seemed, due in no small part to the vest weighed down in daggers. She wrapped an arm around Iorthir, grinning wide.<strong>"Y'know, usually I'm the one sweepin' people off their feet. Can't say I can offer much in payment, no gold on me.... unless you'll take somethin' else as payment."</strong><br/><br/>The communal room seemed empty, though it was hard to tell with such low light. If anyone went near the bath, of course, a pile of clothes nearby, but strangely no one in the bath. Blankets and pillows were arranged in a circle around a large dutch oven in the middle, which provided enough heat to not notice the blowing wind outside.<br/><br/>Back at kitchen, Mac raised an eyebrow at Mabli's stripping. He looked over her body approvingly as she struggled to get into the maid outfit, chuckling a bit at her complication with getting her head through. There was a noticeable bulge in his pants, the goliath's interest was certainly piqued, but he had one more thing for the shifter. Pointing towards somewhere down the hall, then towards Mabli, a pair of high heals just big enough for her feet set themselves down in front of her.<br/><br/><strong>"Put 'em on, then off to work. There's not too many customers this late at night, so the job's not gonna be too hard. Here's the tray of drinks, goes out to the first table on the left. Careful when you walk."</strong>