"Mm, the sound-proofing would be seen as an unnecessary cost," Astarion mused as he pulled back from the kiss, tilting his head to the side to look toward the door, "Just listen..."
Chatter from downstairs. Singing heard from somewhere above suggesting that a bard had set up shop on the roof. The creaking of old wooden floors. The creaking of beds in other rooms. Moans, the slap of flesh against flesh, and curses from other couples going at it. All sounds mingling together to create a backdrop of noise. A typical tavern, really. Especially in this part of town.
"The establishments in the upper city are a little better."
At least the Elfsong had actual rooms. Not like some of the flophouses where having sex was risky to say the least.
Turning his attention back to Thrawn, his lips curled into a playful smile as he squeezed around the cock still inside him, and shifted his hips slightly, "Oh, I'm more than alright with going another round. Or two. Or three."
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Chatter from downstairs. Singing heard from somewhere above suggesting that a bard had set up shop on the roof. The creaking of old wooden floors. The creaking of beds in other rooms. Moans, the slap of flesh against flesh, and curses from other couples going at it. All sounds mingling together to create a backdrop of noise. A typical tavern, really. Especially in this part of town.
"The establishments in the upper city are a little better."
At least the Elfsong had actual rooms. Not like some of the flophouses where having sex was risky to say the least.
Turning his attention back to Thrawn, his lips curled into a playful smile as he squeezed around the cock still inside him, and shifted his hips slightly, "Oh, I'm more than alright with going another round. Or two. Or three."