She searches a tavern.

A ways from her home, she approaches a small bar called. "The Rose's Rest". An appropriate name. Though it can be a lot of work helping those in need of freedom, Valera also does it for pleasure. It thrills her. The idea of someone breaking the norm and exploring their own desires even if it's taboo by the church brings a tingle to her body. People also tend to act very cute about it--getting flustered, feeling embarrassed. It's all part of the process.

People do eye her over on the street. She does nothing to hide what she is. However, she always wears a ring with the symbol of a unicorn. Anyone who's anyone know what this means, and she's lived here long enough for many people to know her. Not everybody does, though she even emits an aura of confidence that intimidates others. Men and women alike lust for such a gorgeous devil. Most are too afraid to even try. There's something naturally intimidating about approaching such a woman.

Those who do know her are aware that she's a high level mage. More specifically, she's an nineteenth level conjurer. People are mostly perplexed why such an influential and powerful person would be hanging around this city.

She steps inside without hesitation.

The tavern is small. It has a few tables to her right, and then a counter with a man standing behind it to her left on the opposite side. Only three people are present at the tables, and two more at the counter nursing their drinks. They're sitting apart from one another. Most seem to want to be alone, or so it seems.

A girl and a man. She looks uncomfortable about something, while he just looks intoxicated. I should take a closer look.

She makes her way over. The man looks to be middle-aged. He has messy black hair, is dressed in filthy overalls, and is definitely not on his first mug of ale. The girl however is short with long pointed ears, fair skin, and pale blue hair that flows down to her shoulders like a beautiful waterfall. She's dressed in a simple sleeveless elven dress--pure white with gold trimming. The skirt ends above her knees, and the top is buttoned all the way to her neck. A dark blue belt hugs her slim waist and from it hangs a brown wand with a purple gemstone grasped by the end.

The man lets out an audible belch. Then, he turns to the girl. "All right, baby. What about now? You haven't left yet. Don't you want some action?" He snickers. "Come on. Being a whore is fun."

The bartender is around the same age though has a shaved head and a round stomach. "Please, sir. Such a thing is against the teachings of Lasis."

"Just get me another one! And some... boar flanks!"

"Of course, sir." He nods, and disappears back through a curtain that leads into the kitchen.

Valera notices the man standing up. She promptly walks between both him and her, just in case he's planning to try something shady. He barely even notices Valera there at first--his vision is clearly dizzy. He drops in his tracks and looks her over with wide eyes. His face is flushed, and he's struggling to remain on his feet.

"Holy shit," he mutters. "You look so sexy. How about you come with me instead? Though isn't dressing like that a little much?" He hiccups. "You temptress."

"You're one to speak," she replies sharply. "If you're preaching the word of Lasis to shame my body, perhaps you should rethink how you act as well."

"Huh?!"

He looks her over, but she stares back. Her eyes are piercing--like daggers. There isn't a second where she flinches even an inch. They stare each other down for a long moment, until fear starts to show itself on his face. He takes a stumbling step backwards, and then starts to move towards the exit.

"Wh-Whatever," he mumbles under his breath. "Whore."

The elf slowly turns her soft emerald gaze. She has a glass half filled with a purple liquid, and a plate covered in crumbs with a strawberry in the middle. It looks like she's struggling to find words--her eyes locked onto Valera's body. Pink slowly appears on her cheeks, and she couldn't make it more obvious that she's checking the devil out. She suddenly turns back to her plate in embarrassment.

Valera walks up beside her. "Excuse me," she speaks in a soft, welcoming voice. "May I sit beside you?"

All the elf can do is nod quickly.

"Thank you." She smiles wide and pulls up the stool next to her. "I'm deeply sorry that you had to deal with that, my sweet little blueberry. I see you're nearly finished here, though I'll do everything in my power to keep you safe until you are. I swear on my life."

She timidly turns an eye over to her. "I thank you," she replies quietly. "What did you call me?"

"A little blueberry." Valera chuckles. "Your hair is blue. You're also small, and adorable too."

"Adorable...?" The elf quickly sips from her glass.

"May I ask what you're drinking?"

"Grape juice," she replies.

Valera shakes her head. "Definitely adorable, yes. My heart is shaking. Did you come here for juice and a little baked treat?"

The elf nods. "It is my favourite treat in town."

What a coincidence. I think I found my favourite treat as well. I saw how she looked at me. What a cutie. Though that man was despicable, something tells me that she may not have been interested even if he were a dashing prince.