Her wish is his command. He'll pull her skirt all the way up to her waist, since that seems to be what she's angling for?

That's exactly what she's angling for, and once that's done she pulls it out and back over the bar so that her bare bottom is pressed against it, and she opens her legs so that Ruby will be between them.

..................okay then? She... seems to want this? The guard will... watch... just in case she changes her mind. Yep. That's his reason and he's sticking to it.

Ruby doesn't believe him for a moment, and he winks at the guard over Elda's shoulder and hooks one hand under her leg while using the other to grab hold of his shaft and aim it at her entrance. He pulls looks at her again for confirmation...

...and she has to laugh. "Just fuck me, wizard, what are you waiting for."

"Confirmation," he replies, simply, but she is incredibly wet, so he has no trouble sheathing himself in her. Slowly, though, giving her time to get used to it.

She wraps her arms around his neck and buries her face in his shoulder to moan into it. She wraps the leg he's holding around his waist and pulls him closer in.

He starts pumping into her, angling his hips out and in, resting his chin on her shoulder and watching the rest of the customers in the inn.

Most of them are watching him right back, with variously dumbfounded expressions on their faces. A couple look away when they see Ruby watching them, and a couple more look away just out of bashfulness, but they very much have an audience now.

And Onmund is finding himself in the unfamiliar position of being the least shocked person, here. He really is getting used to mage culture, isn't he? He's quickly getting erect, too, and he decides that, what the hells, he can play with his cock while watching and he can resume the conversation with the bard.

"So you were saying, about Grey Quarter?"

Arthor looks at him, face looking a little bit glazed. "...what?"

"You were telling me about the Grey Quarter."

He glances down at Onmund's considerable erection and then back up at his face. "Uh... right."

Onmund wouldn't describe himself as unabashed but he is in fact resolutely ignoring the instinct to cover himself as other people start looking at him, too, while he rubs his shaft.

And he notices, of course, Arthor's glance. "No one's stopping you from doing this, too," he says, gesturing down at his cock, "if you're feeling the need. But I do still want to continue our conversation."

He thinks Ruby is rubbing off on him.

He's had a lot of practice by now with pacing himself so he can in fact avoid coming too fast, but he has to admit that it's a close call, when he sees that Onmund has convinced the bard to start jerking off too.

The door to the inn opens and another guard walks in...

...and freezes when she takes in the scene in front of her. She notices the other guard over there and gives him a look, but he only offers her a confused shrug in response.

Elda notices her arrival, though, and lifts her face from Ruby's shoulder to say, "I'll, oh, I'll be with, ohhh, I'll be with you in a little bit, love." And she has to shut her eyes again and bite her hand to stifle a moan.

"Oh, please, take your time," says the new guard. "Don't rush on account of me."

Ruby wonders if Sanguine is messing with these people, making them hornier. He thinks that if she is, it's nothing more thorough than just literally making them hornier; more overt forms of mind control still don't seem like her style.

He wonders if he's projecting too much into this "style" of hers. Or maybe it's just some mysterious intuition, maybe he does count as being a cultist. He doesn't know. He hopes not. If nothing else, it doesn't seem like people are reacting like this is a normal, everyday occurrence. That first guard had wanted to stop him, too. It's probably fine.

Once people get over their surprise they mostly resume their drinks and conversations. Arthor is still talking to Onmund, having managed to recover enough of his self-possession to do so more quickly than everyone else in the room, but he's still jerking off, mostly watching Ruby and Elda but occasionally stealing glances at Onmund. Some others have decided that, what the hell, they'll pleasure themselves, too—though none of them are as bold as Ruby and Elda or even as Arthor and Onmund—while others have decided that this is a bit too much for them and they will go back to their houses or their rooms, whichever one they're going to.

Okay this guy definitely likes cock, too. Onmund leans forward and says, in a lower voice, "I don't mind if you watch. You can turn your back to everyone else if you don't want them to see."

The near-whisper sends a jolt up Arthor's spine that almost makes him come right then and there. He gives Onmund a sort of panicked look, but clearly Onmund meant it, and, hell, he does want to look. He discreetly arranges himself so that someone would need to be looking directly at his eyes to notice and he does, in fact, watch.

"...man, you're really big," he says, also in a low voice.

"I've been told. It's a good conversation starter."

"Uh huh. Cocky much?"

"Blame that guy," he says, nodding in Ruby's direction. "He's a bad influence."