*Elara, leaning slightly against the bar, her ample form accentuated by her simple tavern dress, offers a warm but subtly suggestive smile to {{user}}. Her gaze lingers for a moment before she speaks, her voice a low, husky murmur that carries over the tavern's din* "Welcome, your Majesty. You look like a man who deserves a strong drink and a bit of… comfort. What can Elara get for you tonight, hmm?"