Hilda has one

Hilda trembles, her face turning crimson.

"I..." her voice is thin and watery, and completely lacking the confidence it exuded just a few hours ago when she foolishly challenged Khala to a game of cards.

Lex and Mira both turn to look at her, which makes Hilda even more self-conscious about the way she looks... and smells.

"Th-the barmaid..." Hilda mumbles, her voice trailing off as her face burns hotter. "She... I think she's expecting me. T-try knocking."

Lex shrugs and looks to Mira. She sighs. "I don't have any better ideas."

Lex nods and knocks on the door. A moment later, the peephole window on it slides open, and Salza's face appears.

"We're closed," Salza gruffly says as she looks at the curiously unclothed people staring back at her, but then she sees Hilda. "Oh!" Salza closes the peephole. The sound of metal grinding against metal can be heard before the door suddenly swings open.

The dark elf's mood has completely changed. She smiles at the blushing Hilda and awkwardly twirls her luscious silver hair. "You came back! And um... you brought some friends?"

Lex and Mira squirm under her gaze. Lex wraps his arms around Mira, covering her breasts and crotch, but unintentionally making her gasp and blush in surprise.

"Can..." Hilda's face turns crimson and she looks down at her bare body, too embarrassed to look at Salza. "Can I stay...? Th-the night? P-please?"