The haggling gradually narrows toward an agreeable price, though Sable splits her focus to also pay attention to her other two guests.

If Kamryn thinks back on what she saw, the flow of ink was smooth and continuous, pouring into the overall shape of the wings, then gradually refining into sleek, off-black feathers. Now, they look to be entirely detailed, flight-capable feathers. When Sable catches Kamryn looking, she throws the raven-haired beauty a smirk and a wink, and lets a single droplet of violet ink fall from the end of one of her curls, where it lands on the milky-smooth skin of a breast and before being absorbed.

And then Sable turns a curious grin on Lily, an eyebrow quirked to invite interjection.

Head-tilt.

The fox girl isn't a changeling like Talance. That's clear and obvious from the feel of her lust.

Well, whatever the fox girl is, Kamryn is curious, but also in the middle of figuring out how the wings work once they're formed, not how the fox girl is forming them.

Lily guiltily pulls her gaze away from the orgy. 

"I, uh, what?"

The wings appear to be large enough to provide sufficient lift, but they look perhaps a bit too thin to be sturdy, and she doesn't seem to have taken on any additional muscle in her shoulders or back or ribs to move them. Watching her shift them about as she leans forward and back, it's almost as though how they move doesn't depend on the rest of her musculature at all.

"You don't need to stay here if you'd rather be in there, nothing to be ashamed of. Alternatively, Amira and I can try to hurry these negotiations up and then we can all join in. That last price is acceptable, by the way, Amira."

"Deal, then. But I'd rather abstain."

"I... would rather not."

Her gaze is definitely lingering though. 

She smiles and shrugs at the stated abstentions. "Nothing wrong with just watching, either. But you at least, Miss Merchant, probably want to get used to a more sexual life if you're planning on traveling with a crew of tentacled folk. Speaking of which, tell me about this westward mission?"

Kamryn's conclusion about Sable's wings is that they're not wings. It's a shapeshifting trick all the way down. What the fuck.

Though. Even if they don't have an internal structure, they're still doing a thing in the air. Kamryn spends a few moments contemplating approaches for how to get a similar effect, before shaking her head and putting those thoughts aside for later.

"Lily," she says, gently admonishing. Kamryn turns and gives Lily's thigh a squeeze. "You're blazing with a longing to throw off your clothes and dive into that. And you know you can. You've already proven to yourself that you can. So why aren't you?"

Amira sighs. 

"I..." 

She rubs her forehead. "Whoever goes westwards is going to the Consumed to try and retrieve a piece of the Pink that was stolen. They'll be travelling with me and the tentacleds past the Blackthorns and into unknown territory."

Lily looks at Kamryn incredulously. 

"Because of what I already said about strangers?"

"We were strangers. I was a stranger to you. I don't think that's the real reason."

"I guess it's about a certain kind of trust."

"What made you trust us in that way, then?"

"... I think it had a lot to do with you not being from this kind of place."

"I... don't think I've really seen enough of 'this kind of place' to really understand that. Which is sort of your point, isn't it."

Kamryn shifts in her seat reaching over to put her other hand on Lily's hip as she faces her.

"Trust us, then. Trust yourself. Trust that the desire I can feel burning inside you isn't... isn't..." Kamryn trails off, unable to find the words, even if the idea is so clear, so basic, it's literally painful that she can't communicate it. "Trust that the desire I know is burning inside you, is you. That when you turn yourself against it, you're letting that man continue to hurt you."

Sable doesn't say anything to this whole exchange, just sits and smiles a slowly-growing, gentle smile, happy to see people helping each other.

Amira gives Kamryn a flat look.

"You don't understand the risks she'd be taking. It's not so simple here in civilization."

"Enough."

Lily's voice is hard. 

"I'm tired of people pushing me all the time. Learn this, fuck that, don't talk to them, do talk to them, fuck it." 

She looks at Sable. 

"I want to leave. And get as far from these people as I can, as fast as I can. Maybe then I'll be able to have my own fucking life."

There's a moment of duality (of fear, to be honest). Kamryn has never felt more kin to the Tentacled than she does in this moment, watching her own internal perception of Lily split, watching in her mind's eye as this agonized monster lashes out, tearing itself away from the beauty and light inside it, then seizing that light in its claws, the light screaming, crying out for help even as the monster's grasp closes in around it, ripping it away from all that it would embrace as it begs and screams to not be taken away.

Kamryn loses herself, for just this one moment, feeling this one thing, desiring nothing more than to bind the monster and free the radiant light. To PIN LILY DOWN AND RAPE HER UNTIL SHE STARTS MAKING SENSE.

The moment passes, Kamryn's perceptions realign and her Lust-Esper sense returns to being just another sense. Sanity returns, and Kamryn knows that any action here would just hurt Lily more, who is still herself, and who has made her choice.

Kamryn takes her hands off of Lily and turns away.

Lily catches Kamryn's momentary expression, and - she can see the need -

She falls to the floor, scrambles to get her legs under her, and bolts out the door.

Sable frowns at Amira's overprotective push and then nods when Lily interrupts and starts to speak. And when she bolts, the winged foxgirl shakes her head and gets up.

She pulls a guild-standard contract out of her bag and runs her finger across it, filling in all the agreed-upon details with her ink on all three copies, then hands them to Amira. "Sign this. Drop the money with Cora before you leave. You're going to want to hire Marta for your westward trip. She's got far more endurance and resilience than she should have, and she'll be a great help in a fight or a hunt. Try to recruit Sasha or Corvo if you expect to need a lot of sneaking. And loosen up before you head out, seriously."

She shakes her head at Amira, then turns to Kamryn. "You, you're interesting. I wanna talk with you properly at some point. Make sure this one accepts what kind of adventuring party she's in," she finishes with a tail pointed at the merchant woman.

Finally, while she waits for Amira to sign, she sticks her head into the other room to call, "Marta, you've got a job when you're done. Lily and I are heading out. Have fun, kids."

A muffled cheer erupts from the bedroom.

Kamryn sort of deflates, after Lily has fled. Devastation isn't an emotion Kamryn's face does very well. It's not an emotion she does very well. But that... was a disaster. Kamryn failed. She failed utterly. Kamryn can't ever remember failing that hard before in her life. At anything. Let alone the one thing that matters most.

"You'll make sure Lily's okay, right?" she says to Sable, weakly.

Amira is still staring at the door Lily left through. 

"... It wouldn't do any good for me to go after her," she murmurs. 

"How did I..." 

She leaves the rest of the thought unspoken, but her expression's not far different from Kamryn's. 

She mechanically looks over the contracts and signs.

"Damned right I will," she says to Kamryn as she returns from the bedroom. Then she throws her bag and sword back on, grabs two contracts from Amira, and sprints out of the suite and downstairs.

As Sable sprints into the main room, Cora points out the door. Sable nods, slaps one of the contracts on the bar, and sprints out the front door, calling as she passes, "Thanks hon. Merchant woman's dropping the money with you before she leaves."

And then she's gone.