The frost clinging to the three rookies boots and glasses did not go unnoticed by the three, whose rough laughter made way for unsettled murmuring. The dragongirl in her outfit also noticed Deimia's mischief, but didn't react beyond briefly sniffing the air while a twitch goes through her wings. Instead, Nyx answered Deimia's fake smile with one of her own, one that had more fang visible. Luckily, before the two could start clawing each other's eyes out another person made her way to the bar, distracting Nyx from the warped woman before her.<br/><br/><span style="color: Red"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">"Oh, it's thunder thighs."</span></span><br/><br/>Nyx seems to turn the same general disdain she has for everything to the guildmistress's sister as well, though by now she's scratching Deimia's order on the notebook in her hand using her thumb. Draconic quick-script, quick and easy when you only have three clawed toes to write with. Nyx shrugs a little at Loivissa's comment about her current dress.<span style="color: Red"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">"The problem is not how it looks on me, as a dragon I am magnificent even bearing no more than scraps and you know. Even if I was nude mortals could not hope to challenge my sheer aura of nobility no matter how fancy their clothes might be."</span></span>The dragongirl took a proud stance, pressing one hand against her chest and stretching her wings, nearly breaking several bottles of liquor stacked behind her, the booze only saved by the other waitress's quick reactions. The expression on the woman's face made it all too obvious she seriously regretted ever letting Nyx behind the counter.<br/><br/>The waitress's woes go unnoticed by the dragoness though, who leans in to continue her fervent monologue.<span style="color: Red"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">"The issue is the perceived status of it! Merely donning this outfit makes it seem like I'm serving mortals! Which... I'm sort of doing right now, but..." </span></span>Nyx realizes her argument's run aground, biting on her bottom lip and she thinks of how to recover from this slip-up, deciding in the end to ignore it and try to shift the conversation.<span style="color: Red"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">"So you're one of Mistress sleepyhugs's mortal friends, picky princess? Should've said so from the start, though I suppose I could've guessed. You're quite a sight after all, not as good a sight as I make though, but don't worry, no mortal can match a dragon."</span></span><br/><br/>It didn't look like Nyx cared about Deimia's looks at all. She placed a drink in front of Loi, telling her that<span style="color: Red"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'"> "Thunder thighs should light up some."</span></span>before turning tail to give the cooks Deimia's orders. As she opened the door to the back kitchen, everyone at the counter got a glance of her rear. The skirt, already small, couldn't really cover up the dragon's bum with the tail in the way. While the same tail got in the way of any chance of peeking at any panties there was a notable lack of straps. Was the she-dragon going commando? This seemed to be the idea the three rookies had it seems, the three girls leaning as far over the counter as they could to peek. At least two had notable bulges in their pants.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>