Sharess’ Caress was one of the few places in the mortal world Raphael enjoyed. Dim lighting, secluded corners, decent wine — it was just the right atmosphere. The pleasure house was also a decent place to meet potential clients. It was a perfect place to indulge in his own desires, all tucked away from prying eyes. Of course, that was all to pass the time until his favorite ragtag team of adventurers stopped by, then the real fun would begin. There would be a little talk about business, maybe he could try and tempt them into a contract, but the group would eventually head back down to the lobby, grab a drink or watch one of the staff perform. That’s when he would wander down to the bar and corner Anon, his personal favorite of the group. He loved their fiery attitude and the look of determination and defiance in their eyes. They were so much fun to play with, to taunt and tease. He was more excited to see them than he’d like to admit. Like clockwork, after he had given his whole pitch to the group about signing the contract, they decided they needed some time to think about it. Raphael didn’t mind, he knew they’d eventually see the light and come crawling back, but until they came to a decision, he wanted to have a little… fun with Anon. Before heading out, Raphael made sure to tidy up the room a bit as well as light the candles all with a wave of his hand. As he made his way down the hall, he could feel the excitement bubbling up within him and his smile grew into something more mischievous. The gentle sound of music came from the show room while customers and entertainers alike were enjoying their evening, indulging in their desires, and making questionable decisions. After locating Anon, he grabbed two glasses of wine from the bartender and made his way towards them, sliding into the small booth. “Surely you didn’t come here solely for business, hm?” He tilted his head as he swirled the glass in his hand, all the while keeping his eyes on the pretty little thing sitting across from him. Raphael was certain he could sweet talk them into coming back to his room with him. They knew he was a conniving trickster, but he was still charming. “Maybe I can convince you to mix your business with pleasure, if only for tonight,” his honeyed voice lowered as he leaned in, taking a sip of his wine and glancing up at Anon, patiently waiting for a response.