Eliana laughed out loud at the advice. "Yes, I'll have to try that... Perhaps the artwork of Arca? That seems a sufficiently intellectual topic..." Yes, boring and confounding, she imagined!
Sex was one of Eliana's favorite topics. While she had not enjoyed the life of a whore, her dislike of the profession had had little to do with the physical act of sex and more to do with her lack of freedom. Almost immediately, the girl had realized that sex, when utilized correctly, could be a powerful weapon...and, occasionally, satisfying besides.
"Should that happen, a woman should take what she feels she is owed, being generous with her own worth, of course, and let the drunkard assume he lost the coin," the woman answered with a smirk. "And if the man is not drunk but merely incompetent, then she should teach him to use his hands and his mouth to satisfy her."
She took a sip of her drink, allowing herself a moment to savor it before going on.
"As for women..." She lowered her voice, and it had a near musical quality as she went on. This was a subject she was all too familiar with! Setting her drink down on the counter, she leaned forward once again, as though she meant to impart secrets that were not for the general crowd below. One arm wrapped itself casually across her stomach, which had the dual effect of shifting her top down a bit lower and emphasizing the curve of her breasts. The other hand rested on her thigh, fingers making an idle pattern on the inside of her leg. "If a woman has had too much to drink, her pleasure is entirely at the will of a man. Oh, I'm certain Wulfgar's size is impressive enough to satisfy a woman, but I like more from a man than a few brutish thrusts. Like anything else, my dear Sylus, pleasure is an art."