The liquid was nice, burning down her throat even as she set her drink back on the table. She looked to him as his words reached her ears and gave a short nod, about to respond when the image slipped into her mind that she almost gasped… of binds dry and tight against her skin, holding her with security and strapped across her bare body. It didn’t allow for much movement, but it did not matter, it was comforting… warming… filling with need. A blurry vision that heightened her awareness, and her eager body spread- willing or no- to the rough tongue that tantalized over the flushed nub between.. her lips…

It snapped away, her eyes widening slightly as she struggled to force herself to remain still as tightened chill crept over her body. Her eyes narrowed on the fellow, piercing in their ferocity. Ash, he’d said. Was that his image? Or her own? She looked away from him, remembering his words once more to remind herself. She crossed her arms over her chest, silencing the nagging pull on her mind. Khaera almost growled, berating herself. She'd let her guard down. It would not happen again.

“I always tip.” She said simply. “Though I can assure you, generosity needn’t be careless and I can handle myself well enough.” She continued staring off, thinking quietly to herself. Staying here was no good, she was being manipulated, and though she wasn’t sure by what- perhaps it would be best to leave before the sun set any further anyhow.