Amaya stared at the Sin'dorei from under the edge of her hood, her nose wrinkled with distaste as he hooked his finger at her. While she was all for the debauchery around her, she wasn't interested in being an aid to someone else's conquest, her most primal of desires were truly the only thing worth any effort. But it looked as though he had competition for the slave anyways.<br/><br/>She undid the clasp of her cloak, allowing it to fall as she relaxed more into her environment. Being stuck indoors was not really her thing, but she remembered as she sucked on the end of her pipe for a moment, flicking it playfully with her tounge as breathed out the rich smoke, how unglued her sister would have been.<br/><br/>She shook out her wild emerald mane as it fell about her head, short and some what controled. Her facial tattoos were a dark blue, two claw marks that racked the span of her face from forehead to chin.<br/><br/>She smoked a bit more, having full disregard the elven male. Her rudeness towards him a show of her dislike of his kind, but this still could still be entertaining to watch. After all not all predators were male.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>