Fallon sighs and takes a long swallow of whatever the bartender pours.  She watches Koram settle in beside her and then follows his gaze to Jo and Venus.  "Yes," she sulkily answers, "they're both beautiful.  Blessed by Sune herself."<br/><br/>She arches her shoulders and leans back onto the bar, the posture elongating her torso, lifting her breasts high beneath the linen wrapping she's brazenly worn into the public room.  She reaches into the inside of one of the criss-crossed halves of her binding and draws out, from its thin silver chain, a silver disk inlaid with enamel-- her holy symbol.  It is in the depiction of a woman with hair far redder than the paladin's own, with luxurious locks spilling around a pristine face.  Fallon sighs furtively and tucks it back into the garment over her breast, dimpling the supple flesh for a moment.<br/><br/>Lifting her cup to her lips again, Fallon takes another drink-- this one more casual, thankfully-- and smirks at the knight.  "I have never been in love, Koram."  She shrugs.  "One of the goddess' own domains, and yet I have not known it."  She shrugs.  "Sometimes I thought I fell in love every time I saw something as beautiful as her," she tips her face toward the room-- it's not immediately clear if she meant the bard who<i>was</i>dancing, at Jo, at Venus, or Sword-- "but what good is that if I can't stoke that same fire in another's heart?"