Eros had already managed to get punched in the face by one of the bar patrons after trying to copy Karin's sweet moves, probably because they instantly assumed she was a pick pocket or druggie...
The waitress felt sorry for her through, and gave her some super frothy bitter juice in exchange for those cool shiny metal circles Eros had found in the man's pocket earlier. Another nice man gave her some powder stuff that made her brain all good-fuzzy.
Her light-hearted pipsqueak songs seemed to drive the local driving horses into a rampage after that.
Twenty minutes in one bar, and this place was already looking great!
Perched on that inn bed, her sparkling eyes and frenzied grin seemed wider than ever. :3