"That is if her bloody chompers dinnit' try to bite down on you," Another woman says that appears on Adan's other side.  Like the Night Elf, she was slim and graceful.  Her body was kept in rogue's leather, her mask pulled down to dangle over her breasts.  Scoundrel, as she has identified herself as and nothing else smiles coquettishly as she shows her own bright white smile.  She rakes her left hand through her dark brown hair to push it away where the heat of Booty Bay had it sticking to her brow as she eyes up the competition as it was.<br/><br/>"Hmph,"  Adan's other knee is squeezed in a gloved hand as well, fingers pressing through the fabric of his trousers before spiderwalking between his thighs as well.  Once there, the slender and dexterous digits slide and grope for space on his swelling member with a stare that challenges the Elf brazenly.  "Or, y'know, y'could pick someone that'd actually show you a good time."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>