"So now that we're friends, got any advice on- hold that thought,"<br/><br/>Siren hissed in mild annoyance as Dei rose to her feet (or should that be talons?), hitting the fat coils of the Lamia's tail that had been splayed around the bird's chair to prevent Dei from easily escaping should Siren have wanted to press an attack. The winged woman rushed off to the restroom rather quickly, leaving Siren to nurse her tail where Dei's chair hit her, as well as lack any distraction from the scene at the bar. Dei was easily forgiven by the Lamia however, despite her deviant nature, Siren had no interest in anything pertaining restrooms, and public ones inevitably made her lose her upper stomach's contents. Scent was her main way of hunting after all, and "tasting" it rather than smelling meant that an unpleasant smell literally left a bad taste in her mouth.<br/><br/>With Dei off to attend whatever bodily emergency that had required her quick evacuation, Siren had nothing to do but watch the gold-skinned woman prey on the girl at the bar. There was a scent peaking in the air around the two that she couldn't quite place, and Syntropy's scent increased in intensity while the girl visibly grew less tense and more relaxed. That glance over the shoulder made it all too clear that the Aurumilia was doing something, and she was taunting Siren now as well. The lamia replied by narrowing her eyes into a glare and flicking her tongue at the woman. She looked far too proud about herself for Myarlothe's liking. Trapping the little bee hadn't exactly looked hard when desperation had clung to her so tightly.<br/><br/>The noise that suddenly drowned the bar at Alice's request did not help improve Siren's opinion on the woman, while the tall metal-arm man flocked to the Aurumilia like an eager hound baying for a treat. She didn't pay Jericho's attention towards her much heed, instead, she was taken aback by the Malcir's appearance. She had not noticed Zach before, and with the bouquet of tentacles on his face and massive build she inevitably compared him to one of the whales that had swum in the deep abyssal seas back on the place of her birth. Those massive creatures bore an incredible strength, and sang deep songs that caused supernatural effects. If the whaleman had even a quarter of the power of those darkborn songs, than he'd be a foe the siren would be reluctant to fight.<br/><br/>Of course, he flocked to the Aurumilia's side and ended up the spark that set Myarlothe's continued annoyance with Alice alight into action.<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: deepskyblue">"Curious, isn't it." </span></span>She spoke up, heard clearly despite the music playing in the bar. Rising up on her coils to tower above that golden wench at the bar counter while directing her words straight at her, slitted eyes not letting her make a single move unseen.<span style="color: deepskyblue"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"> "Someone of a high enough position to recruit freely is in a prosperous business is idling her way in a place like this. Not just that, but hungry dogs flock to your side, eager for a scrap of whatever feast you've got your eyes on."</span></span><br/><br/>Siren was sneering now as she slithered closer to the bar, approaching the four there.<span style="color: DEEPSKYBLUE"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">"The barman's quite familiar with you, and he reeks of fear. Not just that, but this apparently thriving business could just use the little lost 'research assistant' that conveniently looks just like a sex doll and has no clear skills aside from using her body..."</span></span>If her way was not blocked, Myarlothe would now be right amidst those gathered there before the bar, reaching out to grasp Syntropy's chin and look the little bee over.<span style="color: deepskyblue"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">"You don't strike me as a particularly magnanimous person, Golden, so forgive me if I'm wrong... but what sort of brothel might have the honour of being led or aided by someone of your magnificent stature and skill with the tongue?" </span></span>The Lamia's words dripped with poison and empty flattery, openly taunting Alice with her eyes, and curious as to how the gold-skinned woman might react to her provocations.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>