Alora made it back.

She pushed open the door and waddled inside. Jom wasn't there anymore, and from what she could tell, neither were anybody else from earlier besides the barkeep. Carefully, as she was still teetering on the edge, she made her way to the counter, though she couldn't hide that something was wrong.

"Oh, uh. An asura with a little hat grabbed the shoes you left here and left," the man behind the counter said. "I see you got some new clothes. Though I think you were covered more before."

My shoes? Shit. Lito has the key, and he said he left. "Did the asura come back yet?"

"Nope. He mentioned he was going to look for you, actually. I hope you know him."

"I do... We're business partners. I really need to find him."

"Well, I reckon he'll come back here since he has a room. Feel free to sit around."

Near the wall, she lowered her rear down onto a barstool, but the sensation of contact against her ass beneath the short skirt felt too good. She jumped up in fear that it would cause her to climax, right there in in the bar. Instead, she opted to lean back on the wall, with weak legs that were barely holding her up. She tried her best to mask her flushed face and awkward breaths.

After a few moments of hoping nobody would talk to her, which was the opposite of how she usually spent her time, Jom walked in.

"Wow," he muttered beneath his breath. "I can see your..."

"I know. Please don't talk about it," she said quietly.

"Right. Well, I'm off to my room. Was just doing some late shopping." From within his bag, he pulled out a long green vegetable. "Killer deal."

She stared at it intently, because for some reason, she felt a sensation of doom come over her at its presence.