Xavia nodded at the Orc with a polite smile. She began her rounds and collecting the various orders from the various patrons. She has worked here long enough to know when someone was looking at her rear. Normally, she would simply ignore the stares and continue on with her work. But this time was quite different. The idea of the tip was quite tempting to her and the extra coin would allow her to make the proper repairs to her own quaint room. From fixing broken floorboards to patching holes in her ceiling to keep out the drain when Strangethorn goes through their more violent monsoons. It was getting close to that time of year as she recalls. As she walked about the main hall of the tavern, she put a little bit more sway in her step, allowing her plush decently sized backside to be shown off a little bit more.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>