Lucas immediately tensed. He didn't need to check the system log to know that things were about to get complicated. His so-called "gift," [Charm of the Forbidden], had a ridiculous way of activating at the worst possible times. And this—this was absolutely one of those times.
The innkeeper stepped around the counter, her every movement exuding grace and confidence. Her curves were accentuated by the snug fit of her bodice, and her dress flowed elegantly with each step. The sheer presence of her made the room feel warmer.
"Welcome to The Velvet Hearth," she purred, her emerald eyes locking onto Lucas with dangerous amusement. "How may I assist you, travelers?"
Lucas could feel his soul leaving his body. Why does it always have to be like this?
Lena, oblivious to his inner turmoil, stepped forward. "We'd like to rent two rooms for the night."