The wait is only about five minutes.

The inside is separated into small booths, decorated with elaborate woodcut patterns and colorful drapes everywhere. Soft music from some kind of low woodwind is coming from somewhere. The menu promises slow-roasted vegetables and meats of all kinds, with genuine Ertynan spices. Abyssia orders a 'trencher', half of a large yam half carved out with meat and other grilled vegetables served inside it.

"I've never been to Ertyn, but now I want to. We might get the chance later, I suppose!"

Thorn orders something more kebab-like. It's quite delicious, though she can't place all of the vegetables they're using. Both novel and tasty, a winning combination. 

"I might make a point of seeing them if I get to eat more food like this," Thorn half-jokes. "Mind if I try a little of your trencher mix?"

"Of course, if I can have some of a kebab~. Try it with this white sauce, it's a little sharp but that just makes you notice everything else."

"Of course you can have some of a kebab, I was hardly going to starve you." She tries it with the white sauce. "Mmh. That is good. A bit sharp, like you said, but vibrant."

"It reminds me of gosa sauce a bit. Except gosa is... Fishier, and doesn't have that sharp tang, though it still has the acidity."

She noms a kebab. It's good too. She asks about the sorcerer and windsight.

Windsight is interesting! She tells Abyssia about the phantom greens and silvers and purples and golds and reds, as best she can. She expects they correspond to Winds, so... perhaps the red wind she saw in Bys was aqshy, for passion? She links fingers with her and smiles. It's fun to get to read her more.

Sound about right! It's fascinating. And it's lovely how Thorn is perceptive and is going to become a powerful caster. 

(Upon closer inspection, there's lingering chamon and aqshy in her arms, moreso her right one than the left. She theorizes this is because of her guns, cleaning and firing them. She has gathered up a little ghyran and azyr into her head during the meal and conversation. The amounts that exist inside people are so low as to be hard to see, especially overlaid over the people in question.)

She reports on Bys' composition for her amusement, then turns her attention back to the meal. All too shortly, the rest is gone. 

"So," she asks Bys. "What now?"

"Now, I want to take you back to my room, and take off your clothes, and kiss you in any and all available places."

She blushes. "Sounds lovely. I'd like to do the same to you."

She grabs Thorn's hand and rubs her thumb over the back of it.

"Let's pay up and leave a fair tip and get going then. What are we waiting for?"

She laughs. "Alright, alright.~" 

She pays, tips, departs the table with Bys' hand still in hers.

She will receive: A kiss, while they're on the way back to the inn. Several, in fact. And lustful smiles. Abyssia really doesn't care what strangers think right now.

She tries to focus on where they're going, but Bys is making that hard for her. She ends up kissing her back. Between the two of them they should find the inn soon though.

Abyssia manages to locate the inn. Once behind a closed door, she takes a deep breath and gives a small speech.

"I love feeling this confident. I didn't think it was possible, but... You help with that. I think - we both make each other better, and work together well, and- We'd make good girlfriends. And I think you're hot, of course."

A sex scene begins here. This is a link to after the scene.

"I agree completely. Now let's get that chainmail you like so much off you."

"Mm, gladly."

She shucks her robe, then gets her arms out of the sleeves and lifts the chainmail off over her head with soft clinking. She carefully sets it on the floor.

She hesitates a bit with her white shirt, then shrugs to herself and removes that too. She has a toned core and the bioluminescent dots go all the way down her front and back in curving, splitting lines.

She blushes, hands on her pants but hesitating.

"If you like we could explore what we have there a little first." She is definitely giving Bys bedroom eyes. "Up to you."

"...I want to see your shirt off, too. And then let's explore what we have for a bit, yes."

She takes her shirt off and leans in and kisses Bys. Then she leads her over to sit on the bed, where she resumes kissing and starts caressing her grey skin, tracing the line of her bioluminesence past her breast.

Abyssia locks Thorn in a hug as firm as iron, caressing her as well.

She kisses Thorn's chin and neck and shoulder, hungrily.

"Being held is - nice. Wanna make you feel good..."

Bys is strong. She had already known that, but it's different to be held and caressed by that strength. She blushes. 

She kisses Bys' collar and meets her lips and kisses at her neck and snuggles in and drifts a little in the sensation of being held and loved before she comes back to herself and keeps caressing.

Soon, Abyssia is more flushed, breathing a bit harder. She reaches for the hook on Thorn's bra.

"May I...?"

"Yes." Kiss. She rakes a hand through Abyssia's hair.

She takes off Thorn's bra and caresses her breasts gently.

"Beautiful. And soft. And warm. Perfect for kissing really..." She licks her lips.

...And her own bra can go as well, in fact. The way the dots frame them is even more obvious now.

She shifts aside for a better angle, then starts kissing at Thorn's breasts, her hands caressing her back and sides.