She just barely makes it past.

Sneak (Stealth) vs. DC 14 (Luron's Perception DC 19, -5 because he's so distracted). 1d20+4=14. Just barely, but she makes it!

Gilia creeps forward, light-footed as she's able to be. Through the cracked door, she can see Luron fucking Helga's throat. The poor halfling woman is standing fully upright, hands feebly braced against Luron's hips as he holds her head and pumps into her mouth, eyes closed in bliss. "Fuck, that's good..." he groans. "Halflin' bitches are so tight...all over...fuck me!" He growls as he begins to fuck her mouth harder, and Gilia winces. She keeps going and, just one step further on, the floorboards let out a loud *creak!*

Gilia freezes, but Luron clearly hasn't heard. He's thrusting ever harder and faster now, his breath coming ragged. "Fuck...take it, little slut...gods be good, I've been needin' this since I watched the blonde bitch cum onstage...I'll make her cum like that for me tomorrow...she's a real slut, that one...no wonder Gilia made her cum so fast...not like me...ha...ha!...HAAA!" He lets out a guttural snarl as he thrusts himself deep in Helga's mouth, and Gilia hears her friend **** and splutter as he cums in her throat. She takes advantage of his distraction and darts, cat-like, up the stairs.

There's only one room in the upstairs hallway with candlelight seeping under the door, and Gilia knocks confidently. The door opens a crack, and she sees Hal Starswindle standing inside. "Ah, Miss Gilia! Come in, come in." He swings the door further open, and she slips into the chamber beyond. It's a standard suite for the Crooked Cock: four flea-infested beds arranged around the perimeter of the room, one long table in the corner on which some of the group's possessions are piled, and a pair of basins in opposite corners for washing. Hal shuts the door behind her; he's doffed his shining armor, and now wears a simple white tunic with silver embroidery and linen breeches. Turuk is leaning against the wall, watching her hungrily, and Jamir lounges on a bed. Bodill is sitting at the chair next to the table, focusing intently on some small device and tool in his hands. "Well, here she is, friends. Our newest would-be recruit!"

"Thank you again for this opportunity," Gilia says eagerly. "So, how do I prove to you I want in?"

"Well," Hal says with a smile, "it's really just a matter of finding out what skills you have that would be of use to us in this expedition. Can you fight?"

"I mean...a little. I have this knife," Gilia says, pulling out the small blade that hangs on a chain between her breasts.

"Won't do much against a boar," Bodill mutters.

"You said you've no magical talent," Jamir says casually. "So that's out."

"Can you hunt? Track?" Turuk hisses.

"N-No," Gilia murmurs, feeling more foolish by the moment.

"Know how to pick a lock?" Bodill mutters.

"...No."

"Well," Hal says with a sigh. "You work at an inn, so I assume you can at least cook a bit?"

"Y-Yes!" Gilia says, perhaps too eagerly. "Yes, I...nothing fancy, but I can cook."

"Now, that's something," he says with a smile. "None of us are great cooks, and it's nice to have a warm meal out on trail. Having your skills in that area would be a real boon."

Gilia lets out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding. "I promise, I'm a decent cook. You won't regret it. I mean, I can't really prove it right now, but..."

"That's all right," Hal says smoothly. "There are other skills we can test."

"Like what?"

"Well," Hal says, "if you don't have adventuring skills, your main job on the trail would be to ensure that we're all...comfortable." He smiles at Gilia as he reaches up and squeezes her ass firmly through her skirt.

Gilia gasps, then bites her lip. _Oh no! They just...just want me to fuck them. _She glances around. Bodill is still focused on whatever device they're working on, but Jamir is smirking and Turuk has leaned forward, hawk-like, golden eyes intense. I...I have to convince them to see me as an equal...