[The Golden Dragon] Sinful Intentions [Open]

[Rovan Dermane]

AV 511, 15th day of Spring Rovan was transfixed. The dancer before him swayed her body in manners he had never seen before, mesmerising him into a lullaby of passiveness. He sat in a couch covered by animal skin, with a glass in hand. It was a most enjoyable place. There were dancers and entertainers in all sizes and shapes imaginable, yet the place managed to keep a healthily civilised tone. Even the guests seemed to be generally more intelligent than those gibbering baboons filling the bar of the Rearing Stallion, he thought. He took another sip, trying to hide his fascination behind his glass. It had been a while since he had touched a woman. Perhaps he ought to remedy that. Five years without womanly company was a long time. He decided to enjoy the show a little further, before choosing whether to buy for "privacy" with a companion. Perhaps he might even have a chance to have a fruitful conversation here, before engaging himself to the bedsheets. He glanced around at the nearby tables, trying to gain an overview of the customers nearby.