Grab a room for the night.

With your bellies satisfied and your bodies weary and ready for rest, you opt to move things along to the purchase of a room. Though as you stand, before you can speak, Amara lays a hand upon yours. Her soft emerald gaze meets you for a moment before she turns to the others with a smile. As always, her tone is gentle and kind. She could likely say anything to somebody and convince them her intentions are definitively pure.

It seems the elves in your life share a few traits. Nyllia is a righteous, heroic paladin, with a side of her she once revealed only to you, and not to those she trusts. Amara isn't exactly the same. It isn't so much another side. It's more that even the sweetest people have a level of freak they may show only to the one they love most.

The only reason this crosses your mind is that as she speaks, and the two of you next rise in tandem, you sense from her an ulterior motive.

"Allow us to find a room to stay the night while you all wind down, and enjoy the company here," she says. "Then we will come and get you."

Two young women tug on Eva's sleeves and look her over in excited wonder. One says, "Ooh. She's so pretty. Why is it that powerful mages are always beautiful?"

Eva's chin raises proudly. "Mhm. I think I can enjoy the company a little bit longer. Ah, b-but careful. Don't pull on the skirt, okay?"

You look down, nearly tripping, as the squeakin musician stands in your way.

He looks to you with a frown. "You're going then, right?" he asks.

"To bed. I'm not sure where we're heading in the morning though."

"Well thank you again." He bows his head low, nearly toppling over by the weight of the instrument bound to his back. "I never forget an act of kindness."

Amara takes you by the hand. "He is the kindest man I have ever met." She then places her other palm over your knuckles and meets your gaze for a moment of deep silence. "Now come, please."

Though the old man runs the bar and not the counter you next approach, he watches you closely through the corner of squinted eyes. Perhaps most wouldn't notice this, though you also don't sense any immediately hostility, so you don't pay it any mind. On the other hand, the one taking orders and distributing room keys is an incredibly slim bunnyfolk woman with bright youthful eyes. She wears a tight strapless red dress though there isn't all that much to show. Still, she carries herself with a charming energy and confidence, and is adorable regardless--something you're no stranger to seeing.

The bunny salutes with a vibrant smile. "Howdy! So you're the guy everyone is talking about. Is it true that you slew a dragon in the depths of a dungeon in the outskirts of town?"

"It was more like a terrifying cosmic horror," you answer. "Less slay, more..." After mumbling off without certainly of how to describe the series of events that transpired, you wonder if the Prison Princess is still cumming after all these many hours that have passed.

"The Hero King Kyle Warren chose mercy for the beast," Amara chimes in.

"Ooh. Scary," the woman says, wrapping her arms around her body. "So what can I do for the Hero King?"

You're not sure if she's taking that title seriously or not. It's a certainty that she's heard many tales from every sort of adventurer, so it's probably difficult to know who speaks the truth, and who is simply boasting over a mug of ale. "One room, please."

She peaks past you for a moment. "One... Two... Are all six of you staying in the same room? We have some with two beds, but even that might be a stretch. Not to be a pushy salesgal, but you might want multiple rooms."

"No thank you," Amara says. "One room with one bed, please."

"What?!" screams a voice from behind you.

You turn to see the armoured man and his elven companion leaning over the counter nearby. His face is flushed at what he just heard. Perhaps it was the implication that you and five other girls are going to be bedding together, or it's the directness of Amara's tone upon asking.

He clears his throat and tries his best to steady his emotions. "Well, we'll take one bed too."

"Two beds," the other responds, with two fingers up in the air.

The man slowly turns to face her. "A-Are you--"

"Two beds."

It takes a long moment, but he eventually turns back with a chuckle. "I know. I was just joking. One room, two beds."

Amara's smile could light up a room. "One room, one bed, six people. I think we can manage."

You can see a vein in the man's forehead begin to throb.

The woman behind the counter looks to you with concern. She whispers, "Sir. If you can't afford--"

But Amara interupts her. She shakes her head. "It is not a matter of money. I just know that even if we any number of beds, every girl would find some way to slot themselves into the one bed with Kyle like some sort of puzzle. So it would be a waste is all."

You hear the loudest, sharpest nostril inhale from the armoured man.

"Oooh," says the bunnyfolk. Pink spreads quickly across her face. "Oh wow. That's so awesome. I mean, I have a friend with two boyfriends, but this isn't the same, 'cause you actually know about each other." Then with a sudden excitement, she slaps a brass key down on the counter with eyes locked intensely onto yours. "You have my support, sir. I believe in you."

You pinch the key between your fingers.

As you do, Amara looks over it closely as she gently fingers the keyhole on her choker.

"Should we--" you begin to ask.

She takes a firm hold of your arm and moves in close to whisper, "Let us test to make sure the room is all right before we show it to the others."

You feel a tingle from her words, knowing full well what her intentions are. She isn't trying to hide it. You place a thumb upon her chin, and tip her head up to nearly touch her lips to yours. "I'll make sure we're thorough," you whisper back.

Suddenly, you feel her grip tighten. Suddenly, she's pulling you towards the staircase. Though she isn't strong, you don't exactly wish to fight against it.