<a class="username" data-user-id="5587" data-username="@ChrisGabriel" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/5587/">@ChrisGabriel</a><br/><br/><b>At the Fishyard</b><br/><br/>The alchemist quirked an eyebrow at the elf's response, but otherwise she forced her face into a bland mask of cheerful enjoyment. This one was full of surprises, both in terms of the ease with which she carried herself and, more interestingly, because of the subtext layered beneath her casual flirtation. The customer's<i>accent</i>was a little unusual and Betty herself was no expert, however, she did recognise enough of the gestures to reassess this particular<i>fish's</i>position. Which was a shame, because that lithe flesh really would look even better in chains.<br/><br/>"This batch is quite potent," Betty explained, reaching out to touch the sachet and<i>inadvertently</i>letting her fingers brush against the elf's, "you'd need to water it down a bit before applying anywhere too sensitive. You wouldn't want to be overwhelmed, I'm sure."<br/><br/>For several heartbeats, the alchemist pondered how to proceed. Then, as the other woman agreed to return, Betty made her decision. Or, more accurately, the redhead realised that she probably needed to talk to one of her contacts before making any rash moves. Betty let out a soft sigh, glad she hadn't offered anything more incriminating that a healing salve blended with a little aphrodisiac.<br/><br/>"That is very generous," she noted, her tone suddenly more serious, "and I will endeavour to live up to your expectations. By tomorrow I will have prepared your potions and some more unguent, at a dosage more suitable for your purposes. I do hope you enjoy your stay, Miss?"<br/><br/>As her voice trailed off, Betty looked up expectantly, already certain she would need as much information about this newcomer as possible. Because as soon as she shut up the stall, the young woman was going to have to risk talking to the underworld's<i>other</i>Guild and, besides their many other vices, they were sticklers for details.