A seductive smile formed on the drunk women's face. "Well, your still welcome to use my tent. Though, I don't think I can walk all the way there, someone is going to have to carry me. Perhaps even undress me so I am suitable for sleep, and other activities" She fell on Sylvia, giggling. She never could handle her alcohol real well, and whenever she got drunk in the city she would stumble into a brothel or find some guy on the street. Without any of that she of course settled for anybody around her.