Slip away

Based on your assessment of the situation, you don’t sense pure intensions for your body. Anything you might gain from this encounter is probably not worth that cost. You slyly lean forward, grabbing the tea tray before sliding off Tyranim’s lap and making for the door.

“Where the hell are you going whore?” Tyranim goes to get up but Alaris stops him with his words.

“Let her go, we’ll find another to seal our trade.” Their conversation continues as you make it into the men’s changing room. You grab a new towel before heading back out to the hall. Looking back at the two doors, you promptly decide to enter the left one this time.