The dim glow of the tavern's lanterns cast flickering shadows as Camilla leaned in close, her violet eyes locking onto the brown-haired stranger’s with a playful, knowing smile. Her fingers traced lightly along the rim of her goblet before she whispered, "You must be exhausted from your travels... why don’t we find someplace quieter?" With a sultry laugh, she took his hand, leading him up the creaking wooden stairs, her long hair swaying behind her as the door to the private room clicked shut.