If Juri was aware that she was being ogled from head to toe by a speculative male gaze she didn't show it. Maybe he thought that she was so used to male attention that one more smoldering look thrown her way.
He pouted, it was childish he knew but as a man who made a living off of his looks, he was used to getting his own way. What he wanted most in the world right now was for Juri to look his way but still she paid him no mind, the glass of champagne he sent over was still full and ignored.
Just like him. Elyon Grain gave a barely their nod to the middle-aged blonde before she left the room. He was disinterested in the many offers that came from lonely women at the inn seeking to share his bed for the night.
Elyon would love it if more inns like this opened up across Gardenia, places where lonely desperate women with deep pockets gathered were the ideal hunting spots for a man of his caliber.
