There's always more work for those who look.

You smirk and rise from the couch, crossing to wear you (apparently) tossed your clothes last night. Fishing among them, you find a small coin purse. "I'd be a churl to send you away so early, especially when my purse is not yet light," you say with a chuckle. Tanis smiles back at you and steps lithely off the couch, crossing the room to you and gracefully kneeling at your feet. She places one hand on your coin purse and one on your balls.

"Well, let's empty both your purses, then," she says with a grin. "What will you have of me?"