Lylla Aramintore

The silver haired gentleman ushers them through the hallway with swift abandon, one arm clutching the slender wrist of the Quel’dorei halfling as she clings neatly to his side.  With one hand curled around his shoulder, and sweet nothings whispered into his ear, the latch to the lavish suite is quickly unlocked, revealing the glorious splendor within.  Wide, blue eyes search the room as an excited smile spreads across her plush lips, one hand dropping to demurely raise the hem of her skirt as she stepped over the threshold and into the room.  “Oh, this is exquisite!” she exclaims brightly, raising a hand to cover her gasp as her eyes lite upon the four poster bed in the center of the room.  Collapsing back onto it with a...