Ruth
"Would you mind telling her I think she is rather... Ravishing herself?" The Orc asked, looking over the Bosmer initially, followed by the Imperial, who she scanned for far longer, taking mental note of her every feature. For a mere second, a soft blush emanated across her soft green cheeks, but a jostle of the head later and she recomposed herself. She had never been referred to as such by anybody and did not know what to make of it.
Debra
Isha clicked her to tongue.

"Will do." She gave a thumbs up and would Micheal Jackson walk away. She did a swift turn, walking back to the Imperial and sitting down.

"That lovely Orc says you look... Ravishing yourself. Why don't you two you know... Talk more?" Isha looked at her finger nails then shot a look at Clarisse, giving a wink.
Edna
Clarisse watched the whole ordeal with a horrified look on her face, watching Isha moonwalk away just breathed a lack of sophistication into the air.

As her unfortunate companion returned, Clarisse composed herself and raised her eyebrow.

"Me, ravishing? Well, I suppose I better go and see how she likes the look of me, up close and personal."

She bowed at Isha, then walked forwards to the Orc. She sat by her, resting her elbow on the table and her chin in her palm, using her arm to keep her head up. She spoke softly, so that only her target could hear her.

"Heya, gorgeous."
Ruth
As quickly as her blush disappeared, it returned again with a vengeance, much to Morzza's confusion. Nobody prior had managed to fluster her quite like this, and she was left unsure of what to do with herself. 

"Greetings. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance." Despite her embarrassment, her voice was as smooth as ever.

In comparison to Clarisse's, the Orc's posture was far more formal, with both hands in her lap and back straight like an arrow.
Edna
Clarisse saw the blush on the woman's face, biting her lip ever so slightly. This was going to be easy, especially if the orc blushed so quickly. She raised her eyebrow as the orc spoke so formally, then shook her head.

"Why so formal? Don't be afraid to let loose~"

She had a seemingly tipsy grin on her face, although all the alcohol she'd consumed had had little-to-no effect on her. Her months and months in a constant drunken state in Riften had led to her having quite a high alcohol tolerance.

"I'm Clarisse, by the way. What's your name?"
Debra
Once she saw the two chatting up, not wanting to be a third wheel in their chatter. She would chug her drink and pay her tab in gold. Heading off into the streets of Whiterun, maybe they would hook up thanks to her meddling. But that was none of her concern, she simply moved the river to connect to the lake.

[*Isha leaves the building*]