Vasha, the Elven Sorceress

It was a hardly a question. Vasha had already offered herself to you, and while you still had some trepidation on the efficacy of the magic's power, because of your lost musical ability, it seemed warranted to try out what you got in it's place. The sorceress had just retreated back into her tent, and you were soon to follow. If not to engage in physical contact, then at least to find some answers to your dilemma.

You pulled aside the flap of her tent, struck in awe by its spacious interior; a practical enchantment. Vasha looks up from a ceramic basin filled with steaming water, her attire changed to a night gown in preparation for rest. "Come in," she smiles.

You do, cautiously walking towards the bedpost, stopping just short of the refined carpet trim. "Good evening."

"Hah, good evening to you too, Bard. How can I help you?"