Suave like the trickster god!

You slide up to the bar disk as if you had the confidence of Snorri himself. Out of your peripheral vision you can see the little firecracker lingering around the bar obviously waiting on your move, pretending to be disinterested in your stride. "Perfect!" you think, a sly smile spreading across your lips.

As you take a seat at one of the worn wooden bar stools the middle aged elf barkeep stops wiping dirty glasses with his cloth and shoots you a disinterested look as if to say "yeah?"

You ask a louder then what was needed to be heard over the commotion in the tavern how much it would be to get a room with a double bed as far away from prying eyes as possible, after all you wanted a good night sleep and you haaated loud, creaking floor boards. You put extra emphasis on loud and creaking and as you finish speaking you glance over to the elf.

He was cheeking you at and as you look in to his eyes he quickly looks away, his cheeks and the tip of his ears turn bright red. Aha! caught in the act, so the little strumpet had a weakness after all!

The bartender seemingly oblivious of your proposition quoted you a reasonable price which you accepted. But before ventured up the stairs you had to make sure that the catch of the day was on the hook. He's currently leaning on the bar taking an order from one of the regulars. You walk over with a pushed out chest and a straight back and just as you are about to pass him you grab him by his dainty shoulder and pull him in. With a heavy hot breath, You whisper in his ear: "last room down the hall to the right, prey" You smile as you look in to his bewildered expression. Then without a care you slowly walk up the stairs towards your room.