As she walks in, she pulls a small notebook out of her bag, opening it to a blank page and holding it in one hand. There very few stalls selling potions, but she takes careful note of what's for sale and at what price. She doesn't pull out a pen or look at the notebook, instead simply stretching trails of ink out across the page and writing her findings directly.

Eventually, she stops at a few stalls and makes a few purchases: a few metal bangles, several wooden rods, a few trinkets of various shapes. At the last stall she stops at, she asks the vendor, "What's the process of opening a stall of your own here?"

The old woman gives Sable a look. "Step one, acquire table. Step two, place table in a clear spot. Step three, pause to see if the guards tell you that spot is reserved. Step four, place goods on table. Done."

She laughs and nods. "Okay then! Thank you for your time!"

Onward! She makes her way through town, briefly tearing a page out of her notebook and dropping it in a particular mailbox as she passes, and eventually makes her way back through the plaza.

Her route takes her past the merchants' guild, earning a brief scowl.

And eventually she finds herself in the upper trade district. She passes by various shops and artisans, along with some extremely upscale inns and restaurants, and eventually finds a building declaring itself the Gilded Rose. Is this what she's looking for?

It looks like an upscale inn, with a sign depicting a rose in soft shades of gold hanging out front, but it's down a side street just outside the noble district, hidden just aside from an upscale market. All the inns are on the west side of town, out towards the historic site. 

She grins and blushes faintly. Yep, this is it. She walks up to the door and lets herself in.

The cat-woman clerk at the desk looks up as she steps in the door. 

"Welcome to the Gilded Rose. Would you like to stay the night?"

"Hello, and thank you," she replies with a charming smile. "Probably not the whole night, but definitely for dinner and probably a decent ways into the night. Frankly, I need an insightful confidant and companionship as much as anything else, at least to start."

She hums, then adds, "Also, I have to ask — your establishment certainly looks lovely enough that I doubt the question's necessity, but my instincts have ever been wrong — the Gilded Rose treats its staff well enough that you can attract the sorts of caring souls who choose this life, rather than needing to stoop to slavery?"

The clerk nods. "The Gilded Rose is contracted with the Spasiba's Courtesan's Guild, and the terms of said contract forbid the use of slaves in any capacity on Guild property. Our staff serve a four-year apprenticeship under the Guild in support capacities before graduating and becoming liscenced courtesans. The Guild guarantees the right of refusal to all our staff."

She opens a ledger book. "Payment is by time in half-hour increments. An overnight stay is charged as four hours. What you do with that time is up to you and your companion. Food and drink is complimentary with your stay. Would you like a meeting room or a bedroom tonight?"

"Then it sounds like you're exactly the sort of establishment I was looking for. I might as well book an overnight, then, even if I'm uncertain whether I'll be staying the whole thing, and I'd like a bedroom please."

She hums. "I probably would stay the whole night, I just didn't plan on it and thus neglected to leave a note for my traveling companion at our inn."

"You may leave and come back as you wish. It's seven marks per half hour; A night is fifty-five marks."

Sable nods and pulls five crowns and five marks out of her bag, passing them to the clerk with a smile.

She places them into a drawer in the desk, and rings a small bell.

A tall, stunningly beautiful woman with purple skin and small goat horns comes out from the back door. She's wearing a floor-length red dress with gold detailing, and a gold-and-ruby pendant nestles in her cleavage. 

She curtseys to Sable. "Welcome to the Gilded Rose. The rooms are just upstairs, if you'll follow me?"

The violet blush across her cheeks comes right back, and she nods with a smile. "Thank you, I'd be glad to."

She takes a key from the desk clerk and starts on her way up the stairs, which incidentally puts her hips, ass and tail roughly level with Sable's eyeline. 

Her tail is thin and whiplike, and reaches about her mid-thigh; it pokes out of her dress invitingly, shifting from side to side as she adjusts her balance on the way up the steps. 

Goddess she's sexy. Sable watches eagerly as she follows, trusting her balance and sense of her surroundings to keep her from tripping.

There's a small hallway at the top of the stairs, with doors on either side; Ishaza walks past a few doors, then opens the fourth on her left.

She steps in, hooves clicking against the hardwood, and holds the door open for Sable. Beyond is a small suite with a large red-sheeted bed, a small sitting area with two couches and a pull-out table, and a bathroom over to one side. 

She curtseys again from just inside the door. "I'm Ishaza, by the way."

"Thank you, it's lovely to meet you. I'm Sable," she says as she steps inside and sits down on one of the couches, tossing her bag into the corner of the other one.

"It's good to meet you, Sable." Ishaza smiles, apparently genuinely, and sits down beside Sable's bag on the other couch.

"I'd like to emphasize that I'm at your service. Would you like food brought up? Entertainment? I can sing, dance, play the violin, recite poetry, or storytell, among other pursuits. If you're more in the mood to relax, there is a suite of beauty products available in the bathroom and I would be happy to brush out your tails or massage you."