Some late night snuggling

The drunk woman props herself up against the doorjamb and spreads out, trying her best to entice Jacques.

"Would you... care to join me?" Jorella asks as struggles to keep her eyes open.

Jacques sizes up the merchant and her not-quite-erotic display. She reeks of **** and dirt and sweat from her day's travel, not a very appealing mix of odors. He's about to answer when Jorella she loses her balance and slips forward, falling into his arms.

"Oooohohohoo, Mister Jacques..." Jorella blushes and mutters as she nuzzles up against his chest.

The thief awkwardly holds her, casually taking the gold clip holding her hair up. Her red locks cascade down into her face, but she's too sloshed to care.

"Come inside me..." Jorella mumbles, and then blushes. "I mean, come inside WITH me."

Jacques just stares back at her, praying she doesn't puke all over him.

"Come on," Jorella says between boozy belches. "We could... snuggle..."

Despite her small frame, this former farm girl is still quite strong, and easily drags Jacques into the room with her, despite his protests.