"It's her turn; you've already had yours," Strax said with a smile, and Monica blushed... she had been expecting this in some way.
"Alright, shall we head out then?" Samira asked. "Preferably, get a room far from ours; I don't want to hear any moans," Samira said casually as she went ahead. Beatrice chuckled, while Monica tried to hide the redness in her face.
When they entered the tavern, they were greeted by a rustic and cozy atmosphere. Wooden tables were scattered around the room, and the smell of meat stew filled the air. The innkeeper, a burly man with a graying beard, greeted them with a nod.
"Welcome! What can I do for you?" he asked with a smile. Well, customers were always welcome; money was always needed.
"We need rooms for the night," Strax replied. "How many do you have available?"
